Scarf reincarnation
So much to squeeze into one day. It may be the fact that I've done pretty much nothing during my whole holiday (some of which I still need to catch you up on), but today I needed one of those shoe horn things to fit everything in. Where to begin? The beginning I guess, my waking moments.
After so many lie-in's it was good to know I could still get up of a morning. So far so good. Sure I got into work just in time, but I'll take it. The first day back went better than expected and it practically flew by. It's nice to know people care enough to miss you (or even just notice you haven't been there for ages).
Today I did what I had intended and wore my scarf to work. You can't really imagine me with an elaborate purple and black scarf can you? Neither could anyone else. You've no idea the amount of people that asked me if it was indeed my scarf. As if I can't own something bizarre that probably doesn't suit me haha. It went down well though, better than you'd think....but more of that in a second.
After work we went out birthday celebrating (as it seems to be the season for). Now as I left work I'd made a decision. "I shall wear the scarf when I'm out, for it is a gimmick I have seen work. I shall be the reincarnation of Scarfman!" Now I know what you're thinking (have I told you about my psychic powers? Maybe next time), but it's not as rediculous as it first seems. Trust me, I too thought Scarfman was a fool, a drunken, entertaining, unlucky in lust, certifiable fool, and I'm sure I painted the picture of such to you............but, and there's always a but. But, he had an idea. He just abused it. Not merely content wearing the scarf, he felt the need to ensnare peopel in it. I was determined to improve upon the ideals he held dear.
What's this mean and what did it lead to I hear you say in unison, as if you be some blog reading accapella band. I'll tell you. I merely wore the scarf, and for effect the coat as well. Luckily I don't get too hot easily so this part was easy. I danced too, I actually felt like dancing for once. The music wasn't any different from normal, but it just felt different. Now I'm not saying I John Travolta'd it up, but a little shuffle goes a long way (if for nothing more than me alone). So I get a text and I'm reading it mid-jig, when a guy comes up to me and starts trying to dance with me. Now I'm not one to blow my own trumpet, so I can safely say it must have all been in the scarf. While I didn't appreciate, or indeed respond positively to his advances, I did appreciate the fact that something there worked.
Later on I'm standing at the cocktail bar (wooo, finally back on the cocktails) when a girl starts chatting away to me. To me. Of all people to me. This doesn't happen. Not usually. Surely it must be the scarf again. Surely....can't it? Either way we start chatting, she seems really interested in the answers to the standard questions she asks. I try and be witty. I may have succeeded, she may have been being polite, dunno. I can't think of many questions, but that doesn't seem to matter because she's full of them. Now, as fascinated in this phenomenom as I am (and believe me I'm fascinated), I couldn't get this niggling thought out of the back of my mind. "She looks far too young (she's mentioned myspace, you know that's a clue) and just 'cos she says she's studying in Leicster, doesn't mean it's not her GCSE's". Whilst this voice does help me stay on the straight and narrow, and he does give sound advice, you've got to hate him when he's right. As pretty, intelligent and lively as she seemed, I couldn't take that risk. I know I know, you can quit you're boo'ing. If only it wasn't impolite to ask a woman her age, but then would you ever get a straight answer haha? Anyway, so I left it there and we parted ways.
Nevertheless I'm chuffed. That sort of thing doesn't happen to me. Sure a guy may have been coming on to me too, but a compliment's a compliment. But man was that girl cute. I know it would have been far more butch and masculin to tell that story in reverse order, but chronilogically I'd be robbing you, and myself. I'm not one to manipulate time to make myself look better.
Maybe all this was the scarf, maybe the scarf gave me an aura of confidence I've been lacking. Who knows? I do know that I'll try the scarf theory again though :)
All in all I've really enjoyed the night. Again this is another wrong rectified in one night. It's been ages since I've went out and been able to relax and enjoy this much (and get a little drunk). I was listening to my iPod on the walk home (by myself, which really isn't advisable round here) and for once I didn't skip the Jackson 5. Instead I found myself jive walking, even doing the whole backstepping then moving forward routine. Every bit of music was so much better, you wouldn't believe it.
Sure I felt like a bit of a party pooper for leaving an hour early, but I do have work tomorrow (and I had to write this before I forgot anything). However, it was a really good night.
And with that,
Good night.
After so many lie-in's it was good to know I could still get up of a morning. So far so good. Sure I got into work just in time, but I'll take it. The first day back went better than expected and it practically flew by. It's nice to know people care enough to miss you (or even just notice you haven't been there for ages).
Today I did what I had intended and wore my scarf to work. You can't really imagine me with an elaborate purple and black scarf can you? Neither could anyone else. You've no idea the amount of people that asked me if it was indeed my scarf. As if I can't own something bizarre that probably doesn't suit me haha. It went down well though, better than you'd think....but more of that in a second.
After work we went out birthday celebrating (as it seems to be the season for). Now as I left work I'd made a decision. "I shall wear the scarf when I'm out, for it is a gimmick I have seen work. I shall be the reincarnation of Scarfman!" Now I know what you're thinking (have I told you about my psychic powers? Maybe next time), but it's not as rediculous as it first seems. Trust me, I too thought Scarfman was a fool, a drunken, entertaining, unlucky in lust, certifiable fool, and I'm sure I painted the picture of such to you............but, and there's always a but. But, he had an idea. He just abused it. Not merely content wearing the scarf, he felt the need to ensnare peopel in it. I was determined to improve upon the ideals he held dear.
What's this mean and what did it lead to I hear you say in unison, as if you be some blog reading accapella band. I'll tell you. I merely wore the scarf, and for effect the coat as well. Luckily I don't get too hot easily so this part was easy. I danced too, I actually felt like dancing for once. The music wasn't any different from normal, but it just felt different. Now I'm not saying I John Travolta'd it up, but a little shuffle goes a long way (if for nothing more than me alone). So I get a text and I'm reading it mid-jig, when a guy comes up to me and starts trying to dance with me. Now I'm not one to blow my own trumpet, so I can safely say it must have all been in the scarf. While I didn't appreciate, or indeed respond positively to his advances, I did appreciate the fact that something there worked.
Later on I'm standing at the cocktail bar (wooo, finally back on the cocktails) when a girl starts chatting away to me. To me. Of all people to me. This doesn't happen. Not usually. Surely it must be the scarf again. Surely....can't it? Either way we start chatting, she seems really interested in the answers to the standard questions she asks. I try and be witty. I may have succeeded, she may have been being polite, dunno. I can't think of many questions, but that doesn't seem to matter because she's full of them. Now, as fascinated in this phenomenom as I am (and believe me I'm fascinated), I couldn't get this niggling thought out of the back of my mind. "She looks far too young (she's mentioned myspace, you know that's a clue) and just 'cos she says she's studying in Leicster, doesn't mean it's not her GCSE's". Whilst this voice does help me stay on the straight and narrow, and he does give sound advice, you've got to hate him when he's right. As pretty, intelligent and lively as she seemed, I couldn't take that risk. I know I know, you can quit you're boo'ing. If only it wasn't impolite to ask a woman her age, but then would you ever get a straight answer haha? Anyway, so I left it there and we parted ways.
Nevertheless I'm chuffed. That sort of thing doesn't happen to me. Sure a guy may have been coming on to me too, but a compliment's a compliment. But man was that girl cute. I know it would have been far more butch and masculin to tell that story in reverse order, but chronilogically I'd be robbing you, and myself. I'm not one to manipulate time to make myself look better.
Maybe all this was the scarf, maybe the scarf gave me an aura of confidence I've been lacking. Who knows? I do know that I'll try the scarf theory again though :)
All in all I've really enjoyed the night. Again this is another wrong rectified in one night. It's been ages since I've went out and been able to relax and enjoy this much (and get a little drunk). I was listening to my iPod on the walk home (by myself, which really isn't advisable round here) and for once I didn't skip the Jackson 5. Instead I found myself jive walking, even doing the whole backstepping then moving forward routine. Every bit of music was so much better, you wouldn't believe it.
Sure I felt like a bit of a party pooper for leaving an hour early, but I do have work tomorrow (and I had to write this before I forgot anything). However, it was a really good night.
And with that,
Good night.
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