Saturday night: I ran into three or four people I hadn't seen in a very long time (very sweet Mariko and a drunken chat with Rita ex-honours), and was cornered by somebody I'd never met and probably shouldn't have! Yes! Shannon's ex-girlfriend came over to introduce herself and clear the air, because "she wasn't sure what I thought of her you know and she'd seen me around and stuff and she just thought she'd say hi because..." (insert drunken rant here...) I was, of course, paralysed by politeness, and after what felt like an interminably long time was forced to put an end to the conversation by saying how nice it was to meet her and I hope that she had a good evening, before pronouncedly turning my back to her and starting a conversation with Bex who was watching Al's band and standing next to me. Bizarre and awkward situation to say the least. Uncannily, I saw Colin the next day and he reported a similar situation with his boyfriend's ex (ie unsolicited and drunken communication) although his story involved more hollow and violent threats on the part of the ex. So, I'd like to state for the record, that I will not be stalking Andy's new girlfriend when she arrives in NZ and I will not corner her drunkenly anywhere and will not say or do anything to her that could be misconstrued as creepy or stalkerish. She is of no interest to me. Despite her fascinating love of puppies.
Sunday afternoon involved a huge premenstrual/over tired meltdown, walking the streets of Newtown during the fair with tears streaming down my face under my sunglasses because I was Lost! and Alone! and it was like Ruth laughed at me on the phone, and although I know it was just general Derby AGM hysteria, in my premenstrual overtired anxiety spiral paranoid overwrought state it was just enough to send me into torrents of tears which then, of course, become about EVERYTHING ELSE wrong in my life... Josh rang later to tell me he'd left the key on the dining table and was going to Dad's house and when he asked me how my day was I don't think he was listening when I told him that it was fucking dreadful... thus didn't make any comment. He was here when I got home though, so I could bawl my eyes out to him when he gave me a hug. Nice brother.
Tom's face has gone all weird from some kind of temporary palsy that has paralysed him on one side. When I first saw him I thought he'd had a stroke, which was a bit spooky. Also, his scooter was stolen this weekend. Scooter Stealer, a Pox on you and your family for seven generations! Meanwhile Tom looks a lot like Quasimodo but refuses point blank to let me refer to him as such. SO not fair.
so many posts to get caught up on! very excited.
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