toddy
Thankfully, I've got a Richard to nurse me back to health. He just made me an extravagent omelette and now.. a hot toddy. God, I love him!
In other news... er... there's loads of catching up to do isn't there? Let's see how much I can muster before collapsing back into bed.
First of all, we had a visitor. I picked her up at the train station after a horrid day's work, took her home to drop off her bags and make dinner, then promptly took her to the bar for drinks. A proper Scottish welcome then! Ha! There was a large gathering of friends, one of whom had burned me the entire season one of LOST. It was a bit awkward for Christy I think, being in a huddle with a bunch of strangers who were having a million different side conversations, but ally took her under his wing. Ally and the American girls. Mmmm.
He convinced us to accompany him to a concert the following day, by a band I had never heard of, but who turned out to be AMAZING. We had quite a full Friday actually. After a late start - I let Christy sleep in, then made PANCAKES! MMMM - we made it into Edinburgh for all of about two hours before having to return due to restrictions on our cheap day returns. Oops. And I managed to slip on the slippery cobblestones and fall on my ass on the way down one of the steep streets. Joy! Ah well.
When we got back, we opened some wine and made some homemade pizza. I invited Ally 'round, only to discover a) he don't like pizza (which I kinda already knew but was determined to change his mind) and b) hated mushrooms. and avacados and zucchini and.. yeah. It basically made both pizzas unedible for him, so he ended up having salad and some weird frozen veggie potato patties. Luckily, Matt stopped by on his way to pop league and helped us finish the food. Then we made our way to the gig (which, as mentioned above, was AMAZING). Following that, we headed to pop league and danced a bit. When it shut at 1am, a group of us headed to Ally's flat, where we had cleverly stored two bottles of vodka.
One of our very, very drunken friends had two strangers in tow. One was a scary-looking older Brazilian man with a bushy black beard and a long black coat. The other was a morose seeming young American student with an annoying put-on accent. Several hours and alcoholic bevvies later, I was quite fond of the Brazilian and horrified at the student, who turned out to be a very boastful Stuart stalker fanatic. It was a surreal evening - at one point a guitar was passed around the room - and we didn't get in until after 4am! I felt like I was back in college or something, which in turn made me feel old. How does that work?
Got up painfully early the next day to make sure Christy got to the train station on time. We just made it! Afterwards, I did a little shopping, which was quite nice. Bought way too many CDs, but that's ok. It's been ages since I bought music. I picked up some groceries on the way home too, only to find Richard still in bed at 1.30pm! Crazy! The boy never sleeps in! I was very proud. After unpacking all the stuff, I promptly went to bed and had a long nap until dinnertime. Sad, I know.
That night was Winchester Club, featuring The Clientele. They were very good indeed. And there was lots of dancing. Stuart was there, having just returned from California, and I was glad to talk to him about his young stalker friend, who - surprise surprise - wasn't as good a friend as he thought. HA! Poor little stalker boy. God, I'm such a gossip. Terrible really. But I behaved. I didn't divulge just how creepy the boy was. We just discussed his tattoo plans. I was good, I swear! (Richard doesn't believe me on this.) Anyway, it was a good night. I caught up with lots of people and danced with rock stars and had an all-around fab time.
Sunday was very relaxing. It was my first Sunday off in ages. I'm working in the features department for the remainder of the month, which means 10am to 6pm, Mon-Fri. Brutal eight-hour days! And mornings at that! Seriously. It's awful. I know I sound like a spoiled brat, and I probably am, but yeah. Shit. Anyway... We went to a movie, then out to dinner, then for birthday drinks at a really nice pub near our house which I had never ventured into before. It may just become my new pub of choice! It was great! The drinks do itself was pretty awkward. We arrived late, and were sat at the end of a table, on the periphery, across from strangers who were not interested in introducing themselves. Bah. Ah well.
Since then, I've developed this god-awful cold. And some odd shopping, buying cushion covers, and the cheapest jeans ever. Oh, and my LOST marathon. I do lead an exciting life, don't I? Richard's off to bid farewell to one of the French girls who is heading off to leave, at a party I am just too sick to attend. Bah :(
Oh yeah. I managed to pick up a few weekend shifts at another newspaper. Terrible timing, what with my illness and all. But really good money. So this weekend I shall have no time off, with a sports shift on Saturday and a news reporting shift on Sunday. Am I mad? Yes, I think so.
