Month: August 2005

So part of the Friday night story goes like this.

Towards the end of the evening … er.. the early hours of the morning, it’s only me, a friend of Lesley’s (can’t recall his name) and her cousin Tracy that are left in the club. Lesley and Sid have just left, and the three of us are finishing our drinks.

Friend of Lesley’s suddenly says cheerio and so Tracy and I are left to finish our drinks. The club starts closing, we make our way outside. It’s raining and Tracy has to phone her husband to meet him to get a taxi. I offer to wait with her until he shows up.

We chat, and about 10 mins later her husband appears. He looks like he is in a bad mood so I say my farewells and leave. I’m a bit confused as to why I was getting dirty looks but pass it off without much more thought.

Turns out he threw a bit of a mental, took his wedding ring off and accused Tracy of… well I don’t know exactly but suffice to say he’s off in the huff. Tracy and I got on well, admittedly, but it’s not like anything happened. Apparently he’s done this before, but I still feel kinda sorry for Tracy as she’s dealing with the brunt of it and it ain’t her fault.

So that was Friday night. I only found this out today, and when I told Louise she butted in at the start of the conversation and said “ohh I bet he thinks you shagged her..”. Yes folks it’s THAT laughable. And that’s about it for Friday night, or as much as I’m gonna divulge here anyway.

Hopefully my muse will return and I’ll be able to give you something a tad more interesting soon.

What is it about Mondays? Melancholy and dark switch places with jovial and trivial at the drop of a hat.

Is it just because I’m waiting for an outcome? Is it just me?

It is, isn’t it.

Sorry, no inspiration at the moment. Maybe later. Maybe not.

Note: They always say you should self edit, and whilst I’m no good at that I think it’s only fair to forewarn you that what follows is self-indulgent waffling. You are hereby excused from reading this post. I don’t want to delete it but, seriously, scroll down a bit to the next one, or pick a link from the blogroll on the left.

Still reading? Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you…

Aside from the usual beer consumption, a couple of Southern Comforts, and some dancing, Friday night was memorable indeed for many reasons, and only some can be revealed here (lest someone read about something that DIDN’T happen). One reason in particular is stuck in my head but it’ll require some consideration before I figure out all the bits especially as it consists (in part) of snippets of conversations in a nightclub, with only the occasional word heard (thinks: did she say “competition?”).

Anyway, that’s enough cryptically obfuscated nonsense – although it was necessary even if only to provide me with a reminder of a unique evening – the main reason we were all “partying like it’s 1999” was because Lesley had officially left the building. A lot of people had taken the afternoon off, but thankfully they weren’t TOO drunk by the time I got there. The number of colleagues and friends (and her cousin) a testament to how missed she will be from our, now much quieter, office.

Still I’ll see her in December, if not before, for the Foo Fighters concert. I DID say I’d gotten a ticket, didn’t I??

Louise was also out last night and, for once, she has spent the day nursing a hangover. This is a reversal of some magnitude as it’s normally me being the pathetic one, lying groaning on the sofa all day and… ok to be honest I suspect she’s either eaten something that has disagreed with her or, and this MAY be more likely, it’s related to the fact she no longer has a gall bladder? I have no medical basis for this (my Google-fu is failing me as well) but she certainly was more than just hungover. Believe me, I’ve plenty of experience in that area.

Spent the afternoon (come on, I didn’t get home until 4 am) catching up on the first three episodes of Lost. I’d seen the first one aff the internet and the next couple keep things moving along. Admittedly I do wonder where things are heading, but I guess there are still a lot of characters to be introduced and developed.

Right, I’ll stop waffling now as I’m certain this is just an avoidance technique on my own behalf to stop me thinking about last night in too much detail – although it’s something I’m prone to do, dissect, gather the pieces and solve the puzzle. What’s your favourite avoidance technique?

It’s the end of another week, an odd stop start week for me, with some days flying past in a blur, others stalling at regular intervals before disappearing at the end of the evening leaving chores and tasks uncomplete. Still, that’s what weekends are for…

Of course I will have to discount some of Saturday as we’re off to the pub this evening to celebra… er… wish good luck to Lelly who is leaving the company to pursue her dream of becoming a drama teacher. She’s a bit of a drama queen so I’m sure she’ll be fine! (only kidding sweetie!).

Some people have the afternoon off (not me unfortunately) but we’re all going out for lunch – to a Japanese restaurant called Miso which I’ve read good things about – and I’ll catch up with them later. Isn’t always just wonderful to join up with people who have been drinking all afternoon…

The weekend itself looms large and adequately empty. We could do with a weekend to re-charge but we’ll see how the mood takes us I guess.

Arrived home this evening to find a large plastic coated woven bag on our doorstep, our new “glass recycle sack” no less. Already half full and in the garage as there is no room to store it in the house (well unless we did a little clearing out… but that would mean trimming the junk from the kitchen cupboards and we all know how much fun THAT chore is…

As Louise walked to the garage I commented that I was glad I had my very own bag lady.

We also seem to have inherited a cat. It’s a nice wee thing, black with white socks, and from what we can tell it’s not any of the neighbours (still to check mind you). We’ve given it the odd saucer of milk, and chunk of tuna, but I think we need to do a quick survey round the cul-de-sac and see if it belongs to anyone.

Mind you, Louise is quite taken with it, and I pondered aloud the prospect of having my own “mad” cat lady.

I’ve now been sent to “my room” and I’m not sure when I’ll be allowed out which, normally, would be fine as I get peace and quiet to “muck about on the internet”… except I’m dying for a pee.