It's a Friday night and I'm staying in and chatting with friends, which after the disaster of last night strikes me as an eminently sensible idea. What happened last night? you ask. That is an excellent question, and what follows is an excellent story.
Last night at 9pm, I was working and Hannah came in, breathless and a self-described "tipsy", telling me that she'd just met these two fantastic Irish guys, who were "SO funny" and "mediocre looking, but SO funny!" She'd mentioned me to them, and their first question was, naturally, "What does she look like?" "Is she a supermodel?" "How's her rack?" Prize guys, these ones. I'm surprised I didn't marry one right away. Hannah promised them we'd meet them at a bar, and begged me to come along after work.
Let me just point one small thing out about myself. I am in no way, ever, even in the slightest interested in a guy, even an Irish one, who views all women as a walking pair of boobs. But Hannah begged and begged, until finally, just so that I could finish the cash up, I agreed. She practically skipped out the door and pressed the wrong button to open the door and broke the door. Dave and I spent 20 minutes trying to figure out how to disassemble and reassemble the alarm system. So, after work, I swapped my work shirt for a sweater and scarf and went out to meet Hannah.
One of the guys was relatively sober, the one set aside for Hannah, and though he was nice at first, he turned out to be a terrible and frighteningly aggressive dancer, and very handsy. Also, he had a tendency to call me a "useless c**t", and somehow I found it difficult to not get offended by that.The other one was so drunk he couldn't stand up on his own, nor could he lift his head to talk to my face, and so he ended up having a full, if slurred, conversation with my chest until he passed out over the table. They were charming lads, simply charming. I tried to escape several times, but Hannah begged me to stay because we were going to meet more of their friends. If their friends were anything like them, I had no interest, but my attempt to escape led in my bleeding from a cut finger... she wears sharp rings. Anyway, we met up with their friends, who were less drunk than them and nicer, though all were still uncomfortably touchy-feely, and hung out with them until 1am, at which point I was absolutely fed up and couldn't take one more second of them, and headed back to the hostel and talked to Owen until I practically passed out at my computer.
As for tonight, my week has been absolutely MADE by Moose and Charlie, who I skyped with tonight while they drank and sang and danced to music. They're going to make their own podcast, Drinking Time with Moose and Charlie, or Drunk Afterthoughts, or something similar. It was so great catching up with them!!! Way to be awesome, guys. Also, VICTORY!!! I am now officially at the top of Moose's "To-Do" list! After a year of nagging and demanding to have my rightful place, I'm on the "To-Do" list near Rachel McAdams. It's not that I want to do Moose... I have never made a "To-Do" list and don't know who would be in it if I did- (cough- Ryan Reynolds-) but damn it, if you're not on Moose's "To-Do" list you must be either hideously ugly or really crazy- and even the crazy part is debatable. So when I get back I'll be throwing a celebration party, and you're all invited!
Writing: I'm working on a new screenplay idea, which is very hush-hush right now, but at least you know that I'm working. It's not too hard finding time, but harder finding ideas. (Sigh...) i wish I was 7 people and was my own brainstorm session.
Goodnight all!
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