It seems that for me, there is no such thing as simply doing something simple..always and I say - ALWAYS there is an intervention of some sort of outer forces which do not want me to ..just to do stuff.
A good example from last week
So
we were having few drinks in The Attic a day before . . .oh..God..too many of my stories start like this..
Anyway.
pro re nata of our previous night's activities we felt hungry as wolves and decided to go to town for lunch.
Did we simply take a bus ride down there? Of course not. we obviously missed the bus and therefore had to crab few drinks from the garage and started hitch hiking..well..By the time the bus picked us up from A Village, we had nearly finished our assortment of drinks. Don't think I have to mention that we weren't drinking tea and hot chocolate..
We got to town..but it was far too late for lunch and besides, we had microwaved oven pies in a borderline tiny miniature garage..so we abandoned the idea of having a decent meal and headed for the pub.
OK. at this point I should mention that seven am the next day - me - working. our guy - six thirty am.
She was the only one who had a day off the following day..
So we planned to take the last bus back..we even had return tickets..how very thoughtful.
Then things got a bit blurry..She was stoned as hell and our guy couldn't even focus on his own shadow and I was asked to marry. At this point we had already agreed to stay overnight at his parents place and to take some kind of a six am bus..Which, as it turned out later on..didn't even exist.
In one word : everyone got drunk, all the men suddenly disappeared when they realised that the majority of fun lovers in the pub were a bit gay-ish.at least the female ones. Plus the barman and a little fella who confessed to be bi and who turned out to be very useful.
Anyhow...
Our guy had disappeared..I was oblivious to time but it must have been 1 am or something like that.
From there on we tried all sorts of things..including:
Staying overnight in the train station..why do they close them for the night??!!
hitch hiking back ..unsuccessfully
taking a taxi..no one didn't seem to be interested in our deal to get home with 20 quid instead of sixty..strange..
getting a room in a B&B..would you let two drunkards in a B&B at something am am ?
jumping in the clothes donation booth...She really tried..a bit too small opening tho...something for the council to think about..could save a lot of unnecessary hypothermia deaths.
And then came along the useful Bi boy from pub, who gave us his jumpers and jacket..pulling a very brave face in the frost..in a T-Shirt in the middle of the night...after an hour he found a place for us at his sisters lovely council flat..
Please, don't get me wrong, I am most grateful that we got out of cold and we had a safe place to stay but , Jesus fucking Christ, the place was such a dump..with cats and a baby in the household! I mean it wasn't the cats and a baby that made the place a dump..it just really was.. A Dump. After rummaging the kitchen I couldn't stop noticing three random eggs and about 14 beers in the fridge..and that was just about it..in a household with a baby..interesting..
She collapsed on the sofa the moment we entered the flat, sounding like a broken record: "Baby girl, I love you..I love You, baby girl". She was fucked, truly fucked.
We stayed in the kitchen for a while, drunk milk and warmed up....something..something we found in the microwave.
About three am I forced Her to turn Herself into a stripe..a very narrow stripe so I could close my eyes as well for few ours..Little fella slept in the armchair next to us.
Were we sober in the morning? Absolutely...not.
Tried to call to work but I had no credit on my phone, plus my bank account was empty cos I took all my money out which I very smartly placed in my bag in the pub and left the bag occasionally unattended on the table..Got rid of abut 50 quid..my bad
She had left Her phone at home and He didn't have any credit either.. So I dropped the idea of calling and explaining why they won't see me at work at least for another three hours..
Fortunately I still had 20 quid in my pocket and we got on the bus..the only word coming out from our mouths on the bus was cat wee. I can only imagine the smell we emanated.
..back in the hotel..walked straight into our manager who was cooking in the kitchen ... .and blamed everything on our guy who ..surprise, surprise hadn't showed up either..
I was sent to bed..
Didn't argue with him.
So there it is.
We simply went for lunch..
OK, OK I'll let go of that but I do have quite a lot of observations from that night..how I first saw Her life and the difference between our lives, what it felt like to be with a girl publicly and the comments from the bystanders. but I'll have to come back to them.
A good example from last week
So
we were having few drinks in The Attic a day before . . .oh..God..too many of my stories start like this..
Anyway.
pro re nata of our previous night's activities we felt hungry as wolves and decided to go to town for lunch.
Did we simply take a bus ride down there? Of course not. we obviously missed the bus and therefore had to crab few drinks from the garage and started hitch hiking..well..By the time the bus picked us up from A Village, we had nearly finished our assortment of drinks. Don't think I have to mention that we weren't drinking tea and hot chocolate..
We got to town..but it was far too late for lunch and besides, we had microwaved oven pies in a borderline tiny miniature garage..so we abandoned the idea of having a decent meal and headed for the pub.
OK. at this point I should mention that seven am the next day - me - working. our guy - six thirty am.
She was the only one who had a day off the following day..
So we planned to take the last bus back..we even had return tickets..how very thoughtful.
Then things got a bit blurry..She was stoned as hell and our guy couldn't even focus on his own shadow and I was asked to marry. At this point we had already agreed to stay overnight at his parents place and to take some kind of a six am bus..Which, as it turned out later on..didn't even exist.
In one word : everyone got drunk, all the men suddenly disappeared when they realised that the majority of fun lovers in the pub were a bit gay-ish.at least the female ones. Plus the barman and a little fella who confessed to be bi and who turned out to be very useful.
Anyhow...
Our guy had disappeared..I was oblivious to time but it must have been 1 am or something like that.
From there on we tried all sorts of things..including:
Staying overnight in the train station..why do they close them for the night??!!
hitch hiking back ..unsuccessfully
taking a taxi..no one didn't seem to be interested in our deal to get home with 20 quid instead of sixty..strange..
getting a room in a B&B..would you let two drunkards in a B&B at something am am ?
jumping in the clothes donation booth...She really tried..a bit too small opening tho...something for the council to think about..could save a lot of unnecessary hypothermia deaths.
And then came along the useful Bi boy from pub, who gave us his jumpers and jacket..pulling a very brave face in the frost..in a T-Shirt in the middle of the night...after an hour he found a place for us at his sisters lovely council flat..
Please, don't get me wrong, I am most grateful that we got out of cold and we had a safe place to stay but , Jesus fucking Christ, the place was such a dump..with cats and a baby in the household! I mean it wasn't the cats and a baby that made the place a dump..it just really was.. A Dump. After rummaging the kitchen I couldn't stop noticing three random eggs and about 14 beers in the fridge..and that was just about it..in a household with a baby..interesting..
She collapsed on the sofa the moment we entered the flat, sounding like a broken record: "Baby girl, I love you..I love You, baby girl". She was fucked, truly fucked.
We stayed in the kitchen for a while, drunk milk and warmed up....something..something we found in the microwave.
About three am I forced Her to turn Herself into a stripe..a very narrow stripe so I could close my eyes as well for few ours..Little fella slept in the armchair next to us.
Were we sober in the morning? Absolutely...not.
Tried to call to work but I had no credit on my phone, plus my bank account was empty cos I took all my money out which I very smartly placed in my bag in the pub and left the bag occasionally unattended on the table..Got rid of abut 50 quid..my bad
She had left Her phone at home and He didn't have any credit either.. So I dropped the idea of calling and explaining why they won't see me at work at least for another three hours..
Fortunately I still had 20 quid in my pocket and we got on the bus..the only word coming out from our mouths on the bus was cat wee. I can only imagine the smell we emanated.
..back in the hotel..walked straight into our manager who was cooking in the kitchen ... .and blamed everything on our guy who ..surprise, surprise hadn't showed up either..
I was sent to bed..
Didn't argue with him.
So there it is.
We simply went for lunch..
OK, OK I'll let go of that but I do have quite a lot of observations from that night..how I first saw Her life and the difference between our lives, what it felt like to be with a girl publicly and the comments from the bystanders. but I'll have to come back to them.
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