h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Well now to describe my weekend, 'coz I'm /sure/ you're all dying to know...

Job, you can safely skip this journal; there isn't much in it of substance...

Friday... um. Friday? Ohyes! Friday! I went with J & R to see L's show (I can't remember who I've named and who I haven't, but I should probably get used to using their initials instead... doesn't help when they all have the same initials... or the same names! Anyway...) L's show was great; it was really funny. I was laughing almost the entire way through it, it was so well done. After the show R had organised for L to meet us in the lobby for a few drinks with the rest of the cast, which unfortunately included R... er. Hm. Ah screw it. Rob. (So you know whether I'm talking about 'R' or 'Rob') Rob is L's ex-boyfriend; he's the @$$hole I mentioned who kept cheating on her and had two other girlfriends at the same time, until one of them called her to say "Are you going out with Rob? Do you really think he's monogamous? Well actually you should probably know..." So she broke up with him... and then got back together with him... and then broke up again...
Anyway, it was interesting to see the dynamic between them; his body language was saying "Hey, baby," and hers was just like "F*ck off."
But that was okay, we had a good half-hour or so, and the drinks were cheap so J and I had a beer or two, and L had a few glasses of wine (Red. Marlborough shiraz. She's certainly got good taste...)
And then the four of us went back to J & R's place. We thought about getting some more alcohol but were about ten minutes too late for the bottle store, so we decided to reenact our student days (in my case still going) by pulling out all the alcohol in the house (except for the cooking sherry - we've learnt not to drink that, now! ) and sharing it out. We were tempted to act even /more/ desperate by using straws, but we couldn't find any...
So the tally by the end of the night was: J, L, and R had one-third of a $7 bottle of wine, each (I almost never drink wine); we all had a quarter of a bottle of cheap cider; and half a can of some kind of vodka premix stuff. And J and I had one of those baileys shots things each. So nobody was at all drunk, but we were on a 'good-vibe' buzz.
Eventually we decided to pack it in and attempt to sleep, on the agreement that we would go to the bottle store first thing in the morning and start again. Well hey none of us had to be anywhere...

J & R went to bed... L and I talked for a while, and then... um. Failed to avoid not sleeping.

Unfortunately there are no curtains in J & R's spare room, so we got woken up after only an hour or so of actual sleep, by the sun streaming right into our eyes. I walked with L to her friend R's place, not far away. (Er. Oh hell. I'll just call this one R2, 'coz she has the same name as the other R. First /and/ last names, actually. How cool is that?! ) Hung out with R2 for a while, and then she gave us a lift back to the theatre so L could pick up her car. L drove me back to J & R's, and then left again. She promised to stay in touch this time, so I hope she actually does. At least I have her number again now.

Hung about J & R's place for ages on saturday, trying to work out whether I was going to make it home sometime... J convinced me to walk with him up to the bottle store for a few beers and then back to their place to drink beer and play video games, before going back to the bottle store again to pick up supplies for R and C's party that night (Buggerit this one will have to be R3, 'coz she has the same name /again/!)
Party was good. No scrub that, it was great. It was a random mix of types of people, so I was thinking there might be some politics in some places, but no! everyone was in a really good mood. (Which is even better for me, being an empath.)
About the only uncool thing was another friend, D, who was trying to find someone to sleep with, since she'd broken up with her boyf about three weeks ago, but since he was /also/ there that wasn't the best plan. It also didn't help that her flatmate, also a friend of her ex, chose that night to tell her that he's in love with her.
So there were about five or six of us trying to keep an eye on her to make sure she was okay and didn't do anything she'd regret, but at some point I lost her and found out later that she'd been around the other side of the house being sick from drinking too much, and too much stress, so it could have been worse. And Reg (not his name, but at least it's better than 'R4'!) was looking after her and holding her hair back and so on... pity he was also trying to convince her that she wanted to try a threesome with him and me, sometime... Gee this is sounding more and more like a 'Good idea, bad idea' kind of a story...

Apart from that, though, it was a really good night... as I say everyone was in a really good mood, and I met some really cool people. In some cases I met them again, not having cought up with them for ages. R... um. R3? I think? Yeah R3 - the hostess - wasn't feeling too well as she'd spent the week moving house, and not being able to sleep, and being on medication which wasn't working for her, so after she went home - and C left soon after too - a lot of people started drifting away so it got kinda quiet there... but the flatmates stayed, and interestingly Reg and J2... no wait he can't be J2 /I'm/ J2! Let's call him Jack... well the three of us were sitting on the sofa beside the firepit on the lawn outside and... dodgy stuff happened... but didn't really go anywhere 'coz Reg is kinda like me in that he /greatly/ finds women more attractive, so it kinda fizzled out for everyone eventually... but never mind it's all good.

Um. Oh I forgot to mention I got a call from R (who had stayed at home, deciding she wasn't up to going out that night) to tell J that his brother had randomly turned up in town, and wanted a place to stay. Along with three friends.
R bought them all to the party so they could say hi, and then took them into town (because they wanted to. Weirdos! ) and then R came back again and hung out with us for a while at the party... she seemed to enjoy herself too, so that was good.

Reg came back to my place after Jack disappeared (aparrantly fell asleep in front of the fire in his lounge!) and we discovered we were the last ones there... my place was about a third the distance to travel compared to his place, so he chose to crash on my couch instead... which was cool and it meant that he cooked breakfast in the morning , but meant that I couldn't laze in bed 'coz I had to get up and be a good host instead... We did a bit of training... realised that nobody else was going to turn up for it... wandered over to R3's new place to see how her head was... Reg went home from there... I went home again soon after - for ten minutes - and then went into town again to meet my parents for dinner. Went home, watched the Chronicles of Riddock, went to bed, woke up, came to uni, had a test, came online, and keep missing phone calls.

Right, we all up to date? I hope so... I'm sick of writing now. Hope you're not all bored.

Well I'm glad that everything ended up well then, and with the girl

(you have too many friends man...I'll have to draw up a map complete with nicknames and associations )

student-ish days, vaguely remember them

I only 'vaguely' remember the student days too, and I'm living them!

...the number of times someone's come up to me and said: "Hey! I know you! We met at x party..." And I'll look at them and say: "Er. Was I already drunk?"

"...a map complete with nicknames and associations..." This is Hamilton. Everybody knows everyone. That map would look like a spiderweb.

You keep saying with the girl, but I suspect you care more than I do!
Mainly I just want her company, 'coz she's a great friend, but I'm not sure she believes that yet; apparantly I haven't heard from her in the last month because she's trying to deal with the politics with her ex before emotionally moving on... ...probably doesn't help that she's fantastic in bed, too, and therefore hard to resist... In theory I'd be fine with just hanging out with her occasionally, having coffee or whatever.

Yey I'm glad someone appreciates my unconcentratingness erm... thing... WOW A BLUE CAR!!!

*looks for the blue car...*

Mmmm....pretty shiny things....

what were we talking about ??

Blue Cars.

I don't see any blue cars at all.

That was an awesome journal entry Jerms. Not boring at all. Brings back fond/or not memories for us elderly folks. Couple words of advice: 1) don't throw up on your flat/roommates computer from the top bunk. 2) don't throw up on anyones stuffed animals.

I smashed a mug throwing it from the top bunk onto the bottom bunk. Trouble was it hit the mug I threw the night before and smashed. I'd had it since my childhood as well. Oh well life goes on.

Yeah, I think the blue car has gone

My uni days were short lived, and to be honest I was fairly well behaved until about halfway through...hmmm...I wonder if that's why I dropped it ??

When I turned 18 my mother said to me "be careful of your hair, and don't mix your drinks"...it seems to have worked (prettymuch) alright for me so far

Blue's the /best/ colour for cars. And hair.

Thanks for the advice, Armadillo! Although to be fair I almost never throw up because of alcohol; I can count four times its happened, ever:
Once when I was sixteen, after playing drinking games involving Black Rum and three other competitors who were all experienced drinkers... that was a mistake.
Once when I was having a /really/ bad day/week/month/year, and decided I wanted to drink enough to forget it all. Turns out I have a really good memory.
Once when two of my close friends got married and my ex-flatmate had made many bottles of feijoa wine to celebrate... this particular ex-flatmate is a lengendary brewer, and it's almost impossible to buy/steal/beg anything that she's made, so I took the opportunity while it was there, head-first... pity I don't drink wine.
And, most recently, once when I made a misjudgement on the strength of some home-made triple-sec.

"be careful of your hair, and don't mix your drinks" Sounds fair enough to me!

PS Yay! L text'd me this morning! But only 'coz she was bored at work...

The worst experience i ever had was my 18th birthday...to this day the smell of rum makes me

But I have been ill....on several different occassions...but (with the exception of my 18th) I've been a very civilised drunk...politely asking taxis to pull over and wait for me while I find a tree...

But beer and scotch are my friends, they never make me ill...except scotch and coke...it rips my stomach apart

Oh and ...glad she knows how ot use the phone, and your number

I would never drink cointreau due to a bad experience the day before my Arithmatic 'O'-Grade
I still got an A despite

Well it just goes ot show some people can breeze through tests even with half a brain functioning

My doppelganger turned up to some really important exam still drunk from the night before... Got his highest mark ever, I believe!

Still can't stand black rum, either.

'O'-Grade Arithmatic wasn't exactly rocket science
1 of my friends managed to fail it 3 times which was a pity as he needed it to get into art college
forget the fact he was a talented artist, in Scotland you had to have 'O'-Grade Arithmatic and English to go to art college

Some people are just better at certain subjects I suppose...I know people who will breeze through maths and science stuff without even having to think...but give them a book and they can't make heads or tails of it...

...but I'm with you on this one, son...dark rum is evil stuff...and not in a good way

Buh? Sure, okay.
Why not have people writing 16-stanza poems in order to apply for the position of 'night-soil shifter', while we're at it?

(simulpost) ... and I agree. There's evil, and then there's /evil/...

= good

= bad