Right. as promised, the details on my randomly crap week.
Firstly was the date last Tuesday. I kinda had high hopes for this, we'd been messaging for a few weeks and things had seemingly been going swimmingly. Now I'm not entirely sure what happened, but the messages post date were much shorter and less frequent... to the point that she stopped replying. I didn't push it at that point as I'd kinda seen it coming a bit with the shorter messages. My only regret about it is not finding out why it didn't work out after meeting, I didn't think the date went too badly if I'm honest.
Anyway's back into the dating pool I go... it's slow going though :(
Second crap-happening moment - So last Wednesday I went to Wolverhampton to catch Reel Big Fish in the Slade Rooms (one of my favourite venues as it's crazy small). The gig was ace and I bumped into a couple of old friends who I hung out and danced with for most of the gig. Anyways, after coming out and heading back to the Camper, I noted that I didn't have a window in the passenger door any more and the aforementioned window was mostly on the floor around the van. This worried me immensely as my first instinct was that the interior would be trashed (I've spent a LOT of time and money building the insides - there's an album of the build in my photos on here). It turns out, whoever broke in only wanted the stereo out of the dash. luckily they didn't do any damage inside other than some scratches on the door card where the leant in. the problem came the next day when the window fitter noted that where they'd jimmy'd in a screwdriver between the window and the door, they'd bent the door... I'm currently waiting for the insurance to sort everything out... hopefully it won't take too long.
So after all that, come Saturday I was seriously in need of a night out, which happily coincided with a mates 40th birthday bash. Things got messy after copious amount of vodka and I spent an undetermined amount of time trying to explain (complete with shirt removal) that I don't have a hairy chest and it's not because I shave it (because I don't)... I have no idea how the subject got onto that... or why... but the photo's are amusing at least! ;p
So that was last week. This weekend, I'm determined that I'm actually going to talk to the barmaid down our local who I've failed miserably to talk to, because she's lovely and I need to not be such a wuss about it. We're also planning some Welsh bike rides and finishing off the vans stereo system (yes, those douches picked the wrong week to break in ;) ).