Lucky weekend

Dear Diary,

Well the good news is, Shaun seems to be better. Spoke to him on Saturday morning, he seemed chirpier - we had a good laugh and I promised him the money would be in his account by noon. Which it was. Went to town with Dad and put £220 in (£20 was his Easter present from Auntie). It's £70 more than I owed him, and I can't exactly afford it, but fuck it, he's in desperate need and I want him to feel safe. Had a lovely breakfast with Dad and did a little job-hunting round the shops, so that was a nice morning. Parents went to watch a film in the evening so had the house and a curry to myself, which was lovely.

SUNDAY

Sunday was cool. After a knackering morning clearing out the garage (90% of which was my stuff from uni.....yikes) Dad and I went into town to check out the Spanish festival - hampered ever so slightly by the not-too-mediterranean weather. But there was dressage with GARGANTUAN Minorcan stallions, men in Spanish Guard costumes (mmmmm.....) and free samples of food. Sadly no free Sangria, but after spying the LENGTH of the queue for food, we decided we wouldn't have bothered anyway......

Took a trip to the bookies so Dad could check out a massive race that was taking place. I inexplicably started getting very excited, and betted £1s left right and centre (OK, twice). But I won £4 back!! Wooo! Anyway, we took a trip to two of Dad's favourite bars (in which I asked for jobs - to poor results) and sat in the last one watching two impossibly good-looking men in suits playing the guitar and singing a load of fantastic Bob Marley and-various-others songs. I'd like to think one of them was purposefully catching my eye a lot, but truth be told it was probably just that I was sitting in his eye-line. But guess what they ended their first set with? "LET'S GET IT ON"!!! I literally cheered at the end, causing a few stares, but an appreciative smile from one of the men. Although as Dad pointed out "People who sit in this kind of bar don't 'Woo'!"

We left soon after that, even though I REALLY didn't want to. It was a glorious Bank Holiday, and we'd had a very lucky day - we won on the horses, the sun was out, everytime it rained we were miraculously indoors, we had a lovely time and Dad even gave me the change from a round of drinks! Bless him. I had an extra shift though, so I grudgingly got the tram home to a stunning roast.

The shift went well, despite the fact that it was kareoke night, and Bank Holiday, and therefore absolutely RAMMED. Was shocked to discover the true sexuality of an old college friend, who came in with her girlfriend, both absolutely off their tits, and proceeding to practically dry-hump each other right there in the pub. In a pub full of dirty old men. Are they fucking INSANE??! Anyway, I was torn between jealousy, (wishing I had someone who was that into me) regression, (into the lesbian phase I went through) anger, (at the old men who were blatantly all staring) disbelief, (that they didn't even NOTICE how innapropriate they were being) annoyance, (I fucking HATE Public Displays of Affection) and disgust (at the one particular man who was going over to them every 2 minutes and sitting next to them, just watching, trying to talk to them and even TOUCHING one of them - despite them completely ignoring him and carrying on).

Anyway, Sam eventually had a word, at which they left in disgust, claiming we were homophobes, which I thought was wildly unfair - we've done the EXACT same in the past with a straight couple getting a little too heavy in a corner. Anyway, the shift went dead quick, and despite someone murdering "Mustang Sally" (which is a song you should NEVER murder in my opinion) it was quite enjoyable, even though I only made about £3 tips.

MONDAY

was boring. Truth be told, I'm a little fed up of all these Bank Holidays at the moment - especially when you're unemployed. They just don't have the same excitement. Dossed around all day, helping parents with oddjobs around the house. They went out about 5, so I had a very enjoyable evening watching a Stephen King film and "Dumb and Dumber" - I reckon "NO WAY!!! We've landed on the moon!!" has to be the funniest improvised line in the history of cinema. Along with "Wanna hear the most annoying sound in the world....? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" You can literally see Jeff Daniels trying not to burst out laughing. Jim Carrey really is a god in human form.

Oh my god, speaking of which, I found this on YouTube the other day - probably the greatest thing I've ever discovered (apart from the secret of alchemy). Jim Carrey singing "I am the Walrus." JIM CARREY. SINGING. "I am the WALRUS"!! How could such a genius idea have been conceived? Not to mention 2 of my favourite things combined. I bloody LOVE that song!

Damien came back from his weekend visit to Switzerland late in the evening. He's found an appartment nearby so he'll be moving out soon - I think he feels like he's putting upon us a little bit, even though it's been quite nice to have him here, once you get over the initial weirdness. I mean, yeah, he doesn't have ANY time for horror movies (or anything with violence in it for that matter) but he's a good houseguest, and Dad's dead chuffed at having another man in the house to witter on endlessly about gardening and football, do lots of DIY around the house with, and use as an excuse to have a few beers in the evening. He'll be missed, if only as a slightly older Shaun substitute. And hey, at least I get to sleep in the new double bed after he's gone! Sweet.

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Current Mood: chilled
Current Music: "The Great Gig in the Sky" - Pink Floyd