School reunited

Evenin bloggees. Been a while. To tell you the truth I just can't be arsed with most things nowadays, so dragging myself off the settee has been the major factor in the lack of blogging. I do have lots to catch up on however (most of which admittedly I have probably forgotten by now).

Last night we went out on the drink with some of Becky's new work colleagues. We went to one of theres first, and as I'd taken almost a full bottle of Taboo with me (sorry Kathryn, I will have to replace that I guess), I felt it only civil that I down the whole thing before we left for town. Needless to say, the term merry doesn't quite cover it. Man I haven't been that drunk.....well a very long time. It's a good job really 'cos I wasn't in the best of moods to start with (don't really know why), but it cheered me right up.

We ended up going down the scene (not my favourite place of all time, but I can tollerate it) to a karaoke place we know. Thankfully I wasn't quite drunk enough to give in peoples singing requests. Phew. Anyway, as soon as I walk up the stairs I'm sure I see a guy I went to school with. I have no idea what his name is and I don't think we ever had a conversation in the past, so I figured why bother now? Exactly. Don't. It was weird though. Seeing some guy I went to school with in a gay bar by himself, chatting up the older gents. Strangely enough.....that wasn't the only odd thing that night.

We're there for a few more hours and in walks a guy I work with. I'm sure the rumour mill at work will start gringing away again. Will that mill never break down? Needless to say, the oddness didn't end there.

So I'm standing there, swaying and giggling like a schoolgirl when I get a tap on the shoulder. "I'm sure I went the school with you! Is your name Allan?" (although admittedly she probably didn't remember it was two L's in Allan). Turns out it was Sally, a girl I used to go to school with. I was shocked she even remembered my name (I'm shocked when anyone remembers my name to be fair). What shocked me more was that despite the illusionment I had put myself under, I mustn't look that much different than I did at school. Damnit. Damnit damnit damnit. For someone who was picked on because of their looks at school this does not bode well. Wallowing in self pity here I come.......fortunately that didn't really hit me until I started reading this so all in all I had a really good night. It was nice to see Sally again, although I'm sure I was pretty incomprehensible.

Right, I've gotta go to bastard work on a bastard Saturday to do my bastard job. I'll see you later.

.....kill me.