Oh, what a fun weekend. Although sometimes it's really frustrating being someone's girlfriend when they work every single day, but I suppose that's what life's like when you're chronically unemployed. Or that's what life is like, full stop. Hmmm..... I still have much to learn.
Friday night was pretty good - Shaun and his friends were off into town for a celebratory "let's get my millions of friends to come out and buy me drinks as a reward for simply coming home!" knees-up, which I was invited to. Sadly, during the day, Shaun took me aside and thoughtfully confided in me that he didn't think I'd have that much fun, I'd hardly know any of his friends, and that "for my own good," maybe I shoudn't go. How thoughtful he is! But I'd already arranged for Joe to pick me up in town, so after a "friendly" conversation, he deigned to come pick me up in a taxi after drinking games at his mate's house. And Dad helpfully left the taxi money with meeeee. HA!
Naturally, by 9pm, Shaun had completely forgotten to come and get me, so was left to trudge round embarrassedly to his mate's house - where I was pulled in and invited to join in an impromptu game of "On the Bus"..... and came to the shocking conclusion that there are in fact drinking games I haven't heard of yet. Have you ever heard of "Womanizer"? It's like "Roxanne" but the backing music is a Britney Spears song as opposed to the famous Sting one, and.... well, you get the gist. Yikes.
Eventually we bundled into a taxi, but by the time we got to town and Shaun had dumped me at the meeting point, I was infected by that wonderful atmosphere that just hangs in the air on a night out. People were spilling in and out of pubs, the background noise is happy chatter, and the very oxygen seems to want to join the party. By the time Joe rocked up I was in no mood to leave just yet so we vanished into the pub Shaun had gone in. So, they've finally met each other. Shaun was effortlessly cool - inviting Joe for a "kick-about" some time (what?? Since when does Shaun do "kick-abouts"??!) and not mentioning any of his previous "if-he-hurts-you-I'll-take-a-plank-of-wood-to-his-head" threats. Joe was similarly fab, inviting Shaun for a "drink sometime" and asking about his travels. Extremely proud of both of them!
After a while, we drove (well, HE drove, both of us driving would be impossible) back to his, stopping off for important supplements, such as Ben and Jerry's, wine, beer, and a kick-ass take-away pizza. We are NEVER going to lose weight at this rate. But fuck it, I was already semi-drunk and in my head, everything was excuseable. We watched "Drop Dead Fred," marvelling at The Rik Mayall (have you read his autobiography? It's sheer brilliance), had sex and fell asleep. Although bearing in mind that his brother recently told Joe he could "hear everything" - I was all paranoid and quiet. Which then led to worries of "Shit, what if he thinks I'm not enjoying it?" Ah, the perils of thinking during sex, I really should try and stop it. The trouble is, I spend more time thinking and worrying about it that I always forget to just let go and enjoy it.......
SATURDAY
Saturday morning came, Joe once again having to drag my lazy white arse out of bed to drop me off home - he had a football trial to get to. Shaun was badly hungover, something I took great delight in pointing out - frequently and loudly. The day was quite boring really, just killing time till Lisa's birthday do in the evening. It was originally Laser Quest, but the recent heatwave seemed to render it a bad idea, so a meal was decided instead. Which was LOVELY, and really good fun to see both Lisa and Alice again. After a fair bit of walking and being turned away from various busy places, we opted for a Chinese, and DAMN, I don't think I've ever had such a good one. Obvoiusly take-aways are nice, but this was the first time I'd ever tried dim-sum. Or a Lazy Susan, which I got stupidly over-excited about.
Afterwards we trekked back to Lisa's Mum's house (where she's staying whilst back from London. Lisa, that is, not her mum) - Alice and I were both staying over - and chatted till the sun came up. Or tried to, were it not for a knackered Alice passing out every 5 minutes - so we called it a day.
SUNDAY
Sunday was also pretty fun. This has been a good weekend! Actually, I don't know why I'm suprised at that - between being an unemployed dossing lazy douchebag and doing my 4 hours of work a week, the weekend's usually the only chance to let of a bit of steam, hang out with Joe and basically avoid Mum firing questions at me. God, what would I be doing if I HADN'T met Joe? The thought scares me. I'd probably have killed myself by now. Or realistically, gone a little bit insane but repressed it all like I usually do, until it erupted in a massive tumour or something 30 years later. Yikes.
Had to be home early, so Alice dropped me off - after fine-arse sausage butties, thanks to Lisa. God, I don't half miss them while they're away (not JUST because of the butties), it's so nice to re-connect, even if it's only once in a while! Sigh..... Anyway, Sunday was Shaun and James's Welcome Home party, which we had to prepare. Which was why we were schlepping up tp James's at 12 oclock. Sadly, I had a certain monthly visitor, which meant that - despite me realising how idiotic I was being - nothing look right, I looked too fat, there was a stain on this dress, this wasn't ironed, those shoes don't match.... etc, etc. Ended up in a massive blazing row with Mum who was trying to get us all out the house as soon as possible - she suggested these shoes, I said they didn't match the tights, she said I should take them off, I refused to wear no tights with a skirt whilst on the rag, etc... etc.... which erupted into a huge fight (Shaun loudly taking my side and procclaiming I could dress myself - god love him). So, THAT was a fun car journey, mostly spent in huffy silence.
Even worse was the moment when Mum and Shaun jumped out at a local Tesco to grab some stuff. Dad just turned around, saying that people like Mum were the reason kids left home so early, just to get away from the continual nagging, and he couldn't blame me for wanting to leave, or Shaun for wanting to travel. And whilst I was glad he was on my side, like he always is, I couldn't help feeling a little sad that he was so opposed to his wife like that. And then I started wondering what would happen if Shaun and I DID move out. Would they divorce? Who knows. I'm past wondering by now. It's a little bit like watching "Titanic," you know what's going to happen, but you still hold out a little hope that things will work out.
Not to mention Joe couldn't make it to the party after all, which depressed me even further. Apparently his mum has once again nabbed the keys to his car and taken it for a first-gear-all-the-way drive. Whilst pissed. The engine's completely decked, and he can't sort it till he gets paid next week - which means he's understandably angry and upset, and not in a party mood. Fair enough. I just wanted to give him a cuddle to cheer him up, but had to busy myself making guacamole, putting photos up on the walls and watching the men barbeque-ing items (but never doing it myself, christ no).
The party was fun, I guess. Most of the time people just crammed in the kitchen watching the never-ending Wimbledon final, or in the lounge watching Shaun throw his all into the kareoke section of "Guitar Hero," which was pretty hilarious. But there was no-one my age there, I didn't really fancy hanging out with James's sister's tarted-up friends, and I was getting pretty fed-up of explaining to every adult that asked why I wasn't a published writer (or indeed an employed person) yet. All I could think was that this was all time wasted that I could've spent with Joe. We see each other so little as it is. Now, obviously, this weekend, I have no problem with Lisa's birthday do, or the fact that Joe had a footie trial. But I've seen Shaun about 3 hours in total since he came back - he so clearly would rather hang out with his friends, and he doesn't even try to deny it. So all I could think was "Why the fuck am I here?"
And worse still, I couldn't even text Joe to bitch about it, or gain/offer some crumbs of comfort, as my phone battery died. I was stuck at that party with no-one to talk to, a weary smile plastered on my face, and an impending feeling that I was being ridiculously over-dramatic about the whole thing. So I did the most reasonable thing I could think of - I got wasted. A bottle and a half of wine and two pints of cider later, Mum took me home. Not quite sure why, as I wasn't being OUTWARDLY drunk, but I think she could tell I was having a shit time. Dad came too. Once Mum dropped us off and drove back to the party to clear up, we relaxed - I got in my jimjams, he stuck on the races, and all was good again.
Oh, and Kyle, who I've not spoken to for AGES, Skyped and we had a lovely (not to mention very intrigueing) catch-up. But that's for another day.....
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxP.S: Joe's trial went very well, he's been asked back on Tuesday. Apparently he had to get up to Level 12 in a Bleep Test. As I recall, in High School, I nearly passed out at Level 6.
Current Mood: ponder-some
Current Music: "Knock 'em out" - Lily Allen
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