THE FIRST BIG WEEKEND
So that was the first big weekend of the summer... Starts Thursday
as usual with a canteen quiz and again no-one wins the big cash
prize. Later I do my sound bloke routine by approaching Gina's new
boyfriend to say that he shouldn't feel that there's any animosity
between us and then I even go and make peace with her. I shouldn't
have bothered. Then on Friday night we went through to the Arches...
There was only one car going, so some of us had to get the train.
We got through quite late. Then we went to a pub to take the gear.
There was no problems getting in - we saw some others waiting down
the front of the queue so we skipped in. It was a good night,
everyone was nutted and I ended up dancing with some blonde girl.
I thought she had been quite pretty until last night when Matthew
informed me that she had, in fact, been a pig. When the club
finished we wandered the streets for a while until we got to this
24-hour cafe but I didn't like the look of it so we left and got a
taxi back to Morag's flat. I couldn't sleep, so I sat about drinking
someone else's strawberry tonic wine and tried to keep everyone else
up.
Then at ten o'clock in the morning we went downstairs to buy some
drink. We had intended to watch the football in the afternoon but
we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find
that England had won two-nil. Then we went to get the train home and
had a few in the Station bar. We had some stuff left from the
previous night's supplies so when we got home we decided to go down
to John's indie disco. Same story as Friday - lots of hugging, lots
of dancing etc. etc. I couldn't sleep again so went up the park to
look at the tomb, taking a detour through the playpark. To get in we
had to climb over a ten foot steel fence, which resulted in severe
bruising of our hands, legs and groins, but we had a good laugh on
the stuff, especially the tube-slide, which probably doubles up as
a urinal for drunk teens. Then we walked through the woods to have
a look at the tomb. It was a big disappointment, but the mist on
the lake was cool.
Sunday afternoon we go up to John's with a lot of beer in time to
watch the Simpsons. It was a really good episode about love always
ending in tragedy except, of course, for Marge and Homer. It was
quite moving at the end and to tell you the truth my eyes were a
bit damp. Then we watched these young girls in swimsuits have a
water fight in the street. "Taping this, aye?" We went up to the
pub about ten. It was busy for a Sunday night, lots of people we
know, including my first ever girlfriend who I still find very
attractive, quite frankly, but I didn't really speak to her.
She's probably still a bitch, anyway. Her friend Gillian was
there, I had a chat with her, she was still quite pleasant. At
the same time I watched Malcolm make some terrible attempt to
try and chat up a girl we know called Jo. He made some remark
about her skirt that was barely there the previous night or
something. I couldn't sleep again that night, thanks to some
seriously disturbing nightmares...Matthew says I should cut
down on the cheese.
"Went out for the weekend, it lasted for ever, high with our
friends it's officially summer."
I got some sleep eventually on Monday afternoon. It was a
beautiful day, and later that evening Malcolm introduced me to
the power of Merrydown - ￡1.79 a litre, 8.2% - mmmm..... Judith
and Laura came round later and we sat in my back garden and drank.
Then Matthew came round and we went up the town.
It's officially summer.
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