Last night was full of wonderful things:
I was planning on popping down to the thrice gig on my own and coming back at about midnight, so I left without keys or a phone, assuming that some of my housemates would still be up.
At the gig I bumped into an old friend from school, one beer turned into five as it inevitably does, so at 2am we found ourselves still in town, in a takeaway playing the spot the religious imagery in Dustun Kensrue's lyrics game and various other verbal diarreaisms including being far too amused at the potential phallic double entendres involved in choosing between a 10 or 12" pizza.
Half an hour later I was stood on my doorstep, greasy takeaway in hand a little worried about the fact that there were no lights on in the house. I rang the doorbell 100 times (I counted - I didnt have anything better to do!) before running round to the back of the house, with plans of throwing stones at my housemates window. He lives in an attic room, and I can't throw for shit but I was running out of options.
At this point I walked past two neighbours I have never met before who were stood outside smoking. They shouted over to me and invited me in. They were first-rate hosts, apparently I had managed to find the only other thrice fans in my town, and we smoked and drank baileys whilst listening to the artist in the ambulance. Then they let me stay on their sofa, where I woke up this morning at 11. I walked across the street to my house to find my housemates at home, still awake with a spliff as theyd been at a houseparty all night. Had a pretty interesting breakfast as I chatted to them, my darling amazing Han says shes going to buy me a phone when she wakes up. Im not really sure why as I get myself into these situations by being a ditzy fucker.
But I'm happy about all the random acts of kindness that have been happening to me lately!
I was planning on popping down to the thrice gig on my own and coming back at about midnight, so I left without keys or a phone, assuming that some of my housemates would still be up.
At the gig I bumped into an old friend from school, one beer turned into five as it inevitably does, so at 2am we found ourselves still in town, in a takeaway playing the spot the religious imagery in Dustun Kensrue's lyrics game and various other verbal diarreaisms including being far too amused at the potential phallic double entendres involved in choosing between a 10 or 12" pizza.
Half an hour later I was stood on my doorstep, greasy takeaway in hand a little worried about the fact that there were no lights on in the house. I rang the doorbell 100 times (I counted - I didnt have anything better to do!) before running round to the back of the house, with plans of throwing stones at my housemates window. He lives in an attic room, and I can't throw for shit but I was running out of options.
At this point I walked past two neighbours I have never met before who were stood outside smoking. They shouted over to me and invited me in. They were first-rate hosts, apparently I had managed to find the only other thrice fans in my town, and we smoked and drank baileys whilst listening to the artist in the ambulance. Then they let me stay on their sofa, where I woke up this morning at 11. I walked across the street to my house to find my housemates at home, still awake with a spliff as theyd been at a houseparty all night. Had a pretty interesting breakfast as I chatted to them, my darling amazing Han says shes going to buy me a phone when she wakes up. Im not really sure why as I get myself into these situations by being a ditzy fucker.
But I'm happy about all the random acts of kindness that have been happening to me lately!