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There was a "happy hour" Thursday night, and some of the big nobs from London were out and about. So I had a couple (or 9) bottles of some weakish looking beer. After the free drink stopped we moved next door to the Spoons. I love the Spoons ... but they keep running out of my favourite beer! So I ended up drinking something else (I have forgotten what, I'm not sure I would have remembered the following morning either) We was a reduced crowd by this time, but we did have Roy Kinnear and a guy called "Ioan" (pronounced yo-ann) with us. Roy is head of the European Finance Division or something - someone I didn't expect to be drinking with low-lifes like myself. After the Spoons had chucked us out (it was closing time .. we didn't do anything wrong) I thought I was to go home ..... but noooooo. Roy is something of a party animal too ... so we make our way to Brannigans. By this time I am well on my way to being absolutely out of my face drunk. After a single drink Mr Murph and myself make our excuses and make our way home. The buses had stopped so I got a Black Cab home to the tune of £10.
Back to Friday morning, I got up and ready for work, but I had a cold sweat, and after a hasty rush managed to throw up all that was ailing me. After that first thing in the morning I decided to wait until lunch to decide if I'd go in. About 12:30 I decided I still felt like crap, so I stayed home.
Friday night I did the usual headless chicken thing just before a journey. I hate traveling! After putting half my wardrobe into my bags (thats not as impressive as it sounds, I dont have that much in the way of clothes) I went online or a couple minutes to say "Hi", and "See ya tomorrow" to my love.
Saturday I got up at 7:00, left around 7:30, and was at the airport at a record 9:00. Me n sis had breakfast before she set of back home.
I was the victim of "random luggage checks" twice ... Once for my checked luggage, the other for my carry on, but nothing came of it. I guess I shouldn't wear the leather jacket to the airport.
I have this theory that the world is fucking with my mind ... I see stories on the news that seem to mirror my life is some subtle way, stories in films, people around me seem to mock me in their actions. Perhaps I really am getting paranoid! ... but whilst queuing for immigration the guy stood behind me is talking to two young ladies behind him ... and he's telling them about how he met a lass on the internet, and how he's traveled from London to meet her, because she lives in Raleigh. Now I'm not sure about how many people meet up from the internet ... there's probably a couple thousand or so. But people who travel 4,000 miles to meet up with someone they met online? ... I'm betting there's not so many of them. And for one of them to be stood behind me in a queue in the same State that my girlfriend, who I met online, lives? ... I'm guessing that's million to one shot or more. The world really is out to get me! :)
Saturday evening I got to see the ring ... There's a digital picture or two of it now, but I have no way of posting them yet .. you'll just have to wait till I get home. It's *beautiful*!! Misty liked it too >weg<
So we're now officially engaged! ...
Well this has turned into a bit of an epic ... so I'll stop now and catch up a bit later.
Tags: drink, engagement
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: The telly from the front room
