I had an amaazing weekend, it was just what I needed. Al of the crew travelled through to glasgow from all corners of scotland to spend it together for one of our friens last weekend with us before he journeys to India for afew months. The drinks kept flowing all night and we were all on high spirits, and it felt good to be surrounded by them all at a time when I seem to be unsure of how I feel, it was nice to just escape all that and have some fun with my friends.
Nights out with this group of people always tend to be the most bizarre and crazy. I slept in a bed with two practically naked boys and we all wrestled each other and had each other in absolute hysterics. The banter never stopped, even when the morning came and brought us all some lovely hangovers.
One thing made me shudder a little, the outbox on my phone. I think phones should have some kind of device on them wich disables text meesages or phonecalls if the person making them is drunk. I cringed when I saw the content of messages sent to petrelli, but the amount. We had been texting each other anyway but it seemed to get to a point when he obviously went to sleep and I kept repeating myself. I had no choice but to sent yet another message, I kept it short and sweet 'shit, what an absolute drunken idiot i can be, sorry'. To my delight he replied and a wave of relief washed over that the awkward 'hello' on monday morning at work wouldn't happen. He even text me later that day, andour little exchange of text messages continued late into night, I dropped very subtle hints but to no avail. He either didn't pick up on them, or wanted me to be the one to suggest we meet up that night. Either way, I was a little disspointed but it was probably a good thign seen as I was exhausted after just two hours sleep and the bus journey from hell which had lasted double the time it should ahve due to the weather. Next weekend is looking promising though...
