Wooooooo that was a..... cathartic....weekend...
Got to Bristol Friday evening and spent the night in with my housemate getting nicely drunk and watching the Punisher (which isn't very good). Suddenly get many drunken texts from ex girlfriend (for that is what she now is without any doubt) feeling very sorry for herself. In a fit of gross stupidity I agree to meet her the next day for a drink.
So then the next day I go to meet her and sit in awkward silence for a while, drinking strong cocktails, before she asks what's wrong. This then prompts 3 hours of me getting more depressed, which makes me chain smoke (not good, considering I don't smoke anyway) and neck glass after glass of long island ice teas. She's over her funny mood and decides the best thing to do is start having a go at me for various things, then taking them back, then saying other stuff... so yeah, after a while, rather than get angry, we leave.
I go home extremely drunk, continuing to chain smoke and get a call from my friend who's noticed I "might be a bit down". She comes round and then, seeing the state I'm in, won't leave until I fall asleep just to make sure I... will be ok.
Bless her, what would I do without the important people eh?
Get woken up at 3am by ex, who then deems me boring for not feeling able to talk to her.
Sunday morning get message off her saying she's sorry and will now delete my number so as not to bother me again.
Yay.
Make up for it by going to Ashton Court, getting drunk, chain smoking even more, and actually having a damn rocking time. Bonus: too tired when I got back to worry about silly women troubles!
Bad results, I've lost someone I didn't want to. But in the end maybe it's for the best and I had a fucking great time at the festival. Silver linings etc. Plus I've really learned just how good oone of my friends is too.
God that was long....
Got to Bristol Friday evening and spent the night in with my housemate getting nicely drunk and watching the Punisher (which isn't very good). Suddenly get many drunken texts from ex girlfriend (for that is what she now is without any doubt) feeling very sorry for herself. In a fit of gross stupidity I agree to meet her the next day for a drink.
So then the next day I go to meet her and sit in awkward silence for a while, drinking strong cocktails, before she asks what's wrong. This then prompts 3 hours of me getting more depressed, which makes me chain smoke (not good, considering I don't smoke anyway) and neck glass after glass of long island ice teas. She's over her funny mood and decides the best thing to do is start having a go at me for various things, then taking them back, then saying other stuff... so yeah, after a while, rather than get angry, we leave.
I go home extremely drunk, continuing to chain smoke and get a call from my friend who's noticed I "might be a bit down". She comes round and then, seeing the state I'm in, won't leave until I fall asleep just to make sure I... will be ok.
Bless her, what would I do without the important people eh?
Get woken up at 3am by ex, who then deems me boring for not feeling able to talk to her.
Sunday morning get message off her saying she's sorry and will now delete my number so as not to bother me again.
Yay.
Make up for it by going to Ashton Court, getting drunk, chain smoking even more, and actually having a damn rocking time. Bonus: too tired when I got back to worry about silly women troubles!
Bad results, I've lost someone I didn't want to. But in the end maybe it's for the best and I had a fucking great time at the festival. Silver linings etc. Plus I've really learned just how good oone of my friends is too.
God that was long....