Saturday
As a celebration of their 25th wedding aneversary the street pastors decided to treat us all and go away on holiday to Prauge. You'd have though that even after the antics of their holiday in Italy (or more the antics that went on at home) my parents would stick to their guns of "your never going to be left in the house alone till your 18" but they didn't - of course, alot has changed since the summer of 2009 and I have of course matured alot, and wouldn't think of going down the same road again. Anyway, so 10am they set off to the airport, leaving me to chillout home alone until today as Will was away for the weekend too.
I dedicated my saturday to, watching crap TV and of course, my gals. After the success of Curry night I invited all the usual suspects round for pizza, films and drinks. There's not more I can really write actually about the night because it would all end up being inside jokes, but I will leave you with this video of two of my favourite fools.
Sunday
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| Sausage and Egg Sandwich. |
I was awoken Sunday morning with a pussy cat curled up in a ball on the bottom of my bed. When I eventually made it down my stairs all the slobs were lying about my house causing trouble and being hungry, so we raided the fridge and ended up sat round the table eating some breakfast grub, it was a very Jersey Shore guido family moment.
Sunday night I went over to Manchester using the beautiful GMPTE bus service, which for once: I am FULLY loving, as I needed to get to Reach and then met up with Nik after for Shisha.
The poor boy had no money, so I bought us a cake to share and a milkshake each, it was very much a beautiful moment until Laura Piekos rocked up. Damascus may be more expensive, but beats Shisha temple hands down.
Then me and Nik spent the evening wasting all my contract money on bloody 118 because he wanted Doritos. However, apparently at 12 on a Sunday night no shops are open.. even the supposed "24 hour" supermarkets. We were gutted truth be told. We arrived back to Casa Trewinnard far to late but was a nice evening with my boy though, even if I didn't go to bed till late because we were having in depth chats.
Then me and Nik spent the evening wasting all my contract money on bloody 118 because he wanted Doritos. However, apparently at 12 on a Sunday night no shops are open.. even the supposed "24 hour" supermarkets. We were gutted truth be told. We arrived back to Casa Trewinnard far to late but was a nice evening with my boy though, even if I didn't go to bed till late because we were having in depth chats.
Monday
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| Eyes on my nails? |
Yesterday wasn't amazing college wise, as no day at BC usually is, spent most of my time trying to track down some ID so I could go out karaokeing with all the reach people. After many "Luce, you'l lose it, I just don't trust you" arguments with various people, I managed to get Kim Gav's ID. (Via Amy Morgan, - I have no idea who Kim is) and set about going karaoeking. All was well until we realised that Laura forgot we were supposed to be Hippies... we pulled it off anyway and it was a good evening. - Up until Pieks forced an emotional brake down on me when I was drunk. Other than that, it was a killer evening and Kim was not even questioned. I also have eyes on my nails too, just as a bonus. I'm also mint at Karaoke, and Yan made me and Laura some amazing cookies at like 3 in the morning. They were SO tasty.
Tuesday
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| Good Old Kim |
Awoke this morning in a bit of a state, with a lack of top and a messy face. None of it mattered as my task was to get to college by 9 because my attendance this year has been shoddy as. The trek down Oxford road didn't even phase a still quite drunk me, and I managed to make it onto the bus to Oldham with time to spare.
Problem was, I fell asleep on the bus and when I woke up at my destination I scurried off... forgetting my purse that was placed on the seat i was sat on. - I of course didn't realise this until I had walked off, and by the time I'd triple checked my bag and ran back to the station the bus had gone. Not helped by the fact I still had some alcohol in my system I found a First bus driver who pointed me kindly to the GMPTE man. I can't describe the feeling as I though about poor Kim Gav's ID potentially enjoying its ride through Failzworth. I couldn't quite remember what bus I had taken out of the 4 and assumed I'd been on a 83, the lovely man, who was very nice considering the state I was in, he rang up the bus people and told them to check all 83/82's I was literally sat praying that something would work out. After getting a phone call back, there was no purse found. I again checked my bag, praying that something might have happened and my purse might be there. - LOW AND BEHOLD IT WASN'T; but my bus ticket was. - I'd only got a 180 hadn't I, not a 82/83 (looking back, i knew that because I'd typed it into google on my phone for no reason..) anyway, with the information on the ticket the hero that was the GMPTE man singled out the exact bus I was on and again after waiting for the call, there it was. On a 180 going round Saddleworth. I waited for the bus to return to Oldham, it was mint. It was like the worst feeling followed by the best feeling.
Problem was, I fell asleep on the bus and when I woke up at my destination I scurried off... forgetting my purse that was placed on the seat i was sat on. - I of course didn't realise this until I had walked off, and by the time I'd triple checked my bag and ran back to the station the bus had gone. Not helped by the fact I still had some alcohol in my system I found a First bus driver who pointed me kindly to the GMPTE man. I can't describe the feeling as I though about poor Kim Gav's ID potentially enjoying its ride through Failzworth. I couldn't quite remember what bus I had taken out of the 4 and assumed I'd been on a 83, the lovely man, who was very nice considering the state I was in, he rang up the bus people and told them to check all 83/82's I was literally sat praying that something would work out. After getting a phone call back, there was no purse found. I again checked my bag, praying that something might have happened and my purse might be there. - LOW AND BEHOLD IT WASN'T; but my bus ticket was. - I'd only got a 180 hadn't I, not a 82/83 (looking back, i knew that because I'd typed it into google on my phone for no reason..) anyway, with the information on the ticket the hero that was the GMPTE man singled out the exact bus I was on and again after waiting for the call, there it was. On a 180 going round Saddleworth. I waited for the bus to return to Oldham, it was mint. It was like the worst feeling followed by the best feeling.
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| My parents want me to be drunk... |
The 180 turned up, and I got on and asked the man about my purse. It was an awkward but awesome moment when he asked my name and I had to respond "its Lucy...but also Kim?" as I couldn't remember which ID I had on view. It was sweet. Best thing. ah. God totally helped me out.
Came home and my parents we're there and gave us the whole slide show of pictures and presents times. The street pastors only got me 70% Absinthe with a special spoon to match, and then some Cannabis vodka for my dear brother.
Then I slept off the late nights: now I'm feeling mint, except now I'm in that situation where I want to sleep but I've already slept... So I'm watching Gilmore Girls.
God bless, L x
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