Just put on Beth Orton's Central Reservation, which is one of my favourite albums that she has released. She was INCREDIBLE when I saw her live, thankfully my 'brother's g/f found out that she was playing and we managed to get what would amount to the very last 3 seats in the entire concert hall... sure it was a shitty seating position but it didn't matter, she was so incredible that you could've been outside and still be moved by her songs. For someone that small and slight she just has so much power and meaning (at least personally anyways). She's absolutely gorgeous...
I was meant to actually write in here after last weekend considering the stuff that had happened the other week. Went over to one of my best friends from uni's b/day-housewarming on saturday night... and considering how unbelievably hung over i was on Saturday morning i think it's a miracle that i even left the fucking house... so i finally pulled my finger out and headed over there around 3:30ish..., which isn't too bad considering i was supposed to be there at 2:00pm
So i proceeded to have the biggest geek out conversation that i have had since I left Uni. Open Source... Operating Systems... and then into Movie trivia and forward... i was in my element for a change.
We shot the shit for a while and people came and went and I was thorougly surprised at how hot some of my mate's workmates/friends were... of course I didn't actually talk to any of them... cos that would've made sense and shit... and we can't have that. Finally we had semi run out of beer so it was time to b-line to the pub. Much more pints of Guinness on St Patricks day... drink 4 and you get a shirt... too fucking easy.
Had a fucking good time, quoting Red Dwarf... talking bollocks, it was great. The thing that sticks in my mind though... My best mate, who's birthday it was, who was the reason we were down at the pub, had to watch his girlfriend decide that she was tired of being at the pub and she was going home.... and I just remember asking my mate across the table,
"Is everything ok man?"
"well, it was until about 15 seconds ago"
"..."
"yeah, she's decided that she's going home"
"right.... another beer?"
It obviously really affected my mate... and in all honesty i can appreciate why.... i mean she is supposed to be his girlfriend... the one person that is supposed to be there for him... and yet she has bailed to leave him, myself and a handful of the other old crew waiting on the bill. It really bothered me... i mean he's one of the best, most awesome people i know... As much as it was putting my foot in it big time i had asked him the questions as I said above... but then followed with after the 15 seconds line with
"yeah, and that's the reason why i have been single for 3 years"
It's only now when i think about me saying this that i appreciate that it was rather wrong. But as wrong as it was... for me it sorta reinforced my whole single/bachelor status, i don't want to have to deal with bullshit like that. If i go out and have a few drinks with my mates or my workmates then that's all she wrote... i don't expect letters containing confidential photos of me chatting and drinking with my mates. I don't expect to get carte blanche or anything... but still i just don't like the idea of being chased up about the fact "well you stayed out and yet you knew i was home"... what a crock of shit. I've had my share of psycho hose beasts and i'm in no hurry to make a repeat performance, thus me being so picky... and the more i think about it, as i said before, i just can't be fucked. Company would be nice but it's not worth all the other hassles either.
I have to add some more to this later in the week but at the moment I'm struggling to even piece together a sentence... let alone a proper literary exposition.... too hard basket central.
Night night.
I was meant to actually write in here after last weekend considering the stuff that had happened the other week. Went over to one of my best friends from uni's b/day-housewarming on saturday night... and considering how unbelievably hung over i was on Saturday morning i think it's a miracle that i even left the fucking house... so i finally pulled my finger out and headed over there around 3:30ish..., which isn't too bad considering i was supposed to be there at 2:00pm
So i proceeded to have the biggest geek out conversation that i have had since I left Uni. Open Source... Operating Systems... and then into Movie trivia and forward... i was in my element for a change.We shot the shit for a while and people came and went and I was thorougly surprised at how hot some of my mate's workmates/friends were... of course I didn't actually talk to any of them... cos that would've made sense and shit... and we can't have that. Finally we had semi run out of beer so it was time to b-line to the pub. Much more pints of Guinness on St Patricks day... drink 4 and you get a shirt... too fucking easy.
Had a fucking good time, quoting Red Dwarf... talking bollocks, it was great. The thing that sticks in my mind though... My best mate, who's birthday it was, who was the reason we were down at the pub, had to watch his girlfriend decide that she was tired of being at the pub and she was going home.... and I just remember asking my mate across the table,
"Is everything ok man?"
"well, it was until about 15 seconds ago"
"..."
"yeah, she's decided that she's going home"
"right.... another beer?"
It obviously really affected my mate... and in all honesty i can appreciate why.... i mean she is supposed to be his girlfriend... the one person that is supposed to be there for him... and yet she has bailed to leave him, myself and a handful of the other old crew waiting on the bill. It really bothered me... i mean he's one of the best, most awesome people i know... As much as it was putting my foot in it big time i had asked him the questions as I said above... but then followed with after the 15 seconds line with
"yeah, and that's the reason why i have been single for 3 years"
It's only now when i think about me saying this that i appreciate that it was rather wrong. But as wrong as it was... for me it sorta reinforced my whole single/bachelor status, i don't want to have to deal with bullshit like that. If i go out and have a few drinks with my mates or my workmates then that's all she wrote... i don't expect letters containing confidential photos of me chatting and drinking with my mates. I don't expect to get carte blanche or anything... but still i just don't like the idea of being chased up about the fact "well you stayed out and yet you knew i was home"... what a crock of shit. I've had my share of psycho hose beasts and i'm in no hurry to make a repeat performance, thus me being so picky... and the more i think about it, as i said before, i just can't be fucked. Company would be nice but it's not worth all the other hassles either.
I have to add some more to this later in the week but at the moment I'm struggling to even piece together a sentence... let alone a proper literary exposition.... too hard basket central.
Night night.