Tuesday....

So, here goes.....
An old ex of mine (I still maintain we were never going out so not really an ex, but we were shagging a lot at one point....) rang me up saying that he was going out in Liverpool to celerate the fact that he'd finally got rid of his latest girlf, and was I up for an old-skool pissup with the boys. Of course, I consented, and ended up downing pints of mixed fruit cider and snakebites with him, another guy who used to be a 'buddy' and a third guy who would like nothinhg more than to become my 'buddy'. Just like old times, getting pissed with the boys.

Well.

We were on our way to the final bar of the evening and decided to call in to a student bar that is renowned for its 'quadvods'. So we stumbled into there and whilst the boys had quadvods I enjoyed a quad whiskey in a pint glass with some red bull. Classy and lethal.

Got to our bar finally, and I decided to become ver drunk. And then I decided to become ver ver drunk. And then the boyf came to meet me as planned and the boys distanced themselves cos they don't really like him. (twats). Oh, let me tell you how the boyf found me.... Walking down the street hand-in-hand with the not-really-ex after having been to the cashpoint to beg for more money. Singing.....wait for it........I am the music man. With full actions. Along a busy street. Oh yes. Shame - I has none.

So, boyf persevered with my drunken behaviour and even managed to surpress his jealousy when I went off and did some very hot salsa dancing with a latino ex who just happened to be there. Well done boyf. It quickly got to 3am and the boyf led me back to his car, where I proceeded to clamber into the back and demand that he fuck me. Obviously, being sober and realising that there were lots of people walking past, as well as police cars patrolling in the area, he graciously declined. At which point I asked him to give me my house key back, (which he wouldn't), snatched his keys and threw them forcefully at the rear windscreen and launched into a massive argument.

5 minutes later, I found myself storming through town, not knowing where I was going but suspecting that I may have just ended the relationship. Luckily, the boyf is an absolute gem and drove after me, finally catching up with me at the other end of town. We had a massive row in the middle of the street (I think it was more 'me' than 'we') and I ended up sobbing cos I thought he was gonna leave me - although I'd actually just told him he should. Then I got all guilty and started blabbering rubbish like 'you don't deserve me', and when he asked why I thought that, all I could think of was 'don't you dare mention L, don't you dare mention L'. So I kept my mouth shut (the one sensible thing I'd done all evening) and let him take me to the car.

Now - comedy moment. The boyf is mucho anal about his car. He gets up and inspects it most mornings to make sure there are no scratches on it caused by cheeky cats or paperboys rubbing past it. He has towels on the seats so they don't get marked. And whenever he parks anywhere, he always folds the wingmirrors in. So, we got back to his car, and I broke down crying again. The reason? "Oh my god!" (between shuddering sobs) "you haven't even folded your mirrors in!!!"

Classic.

So that was the end to the evening. Except for me doing a bit of a streak cos once I'd got undressed and got into bed, I was convinced that the boyf had gone down to his car to drive away and leave me, rather than get his overnight stuff, so ended up jumping up and running out into the driveway nekkid.

Oh how I paid for that evening over the next few days.

Tis funny though.