Pissed

Nat, a very good friend of mine, had her final drama performace exam last night and to celebrate the entire drama class went out galavanting. I tagged along as i didn't have anything much else to be doing and i know a few of the people anyway. Gosh. Everyone was rather pissed by the end of it.

I went to meet them at around 10-ish thinking they would all be sat in a pub talking and chatting etc. but they were in a trendy bar type place with booming drum and bass music. Drunken people look like monkies whilst dancing to drum and bass. But then drum and bass is easily to dance to, because all you do is bob up and down like you're on a pogo stick and flap you're arms as if making invisible rolls of fat on your arms wobble.

I seem to be having this party next saturday (although it feels as though someone else is having the party and i'm just attending) and Nat kindly invited her entire drama group. On top of all who i know that are coming. At the last party i had there were 10 people in my kitchen alone. And my kitchen is not very large. I have a dredful feeling that the police will be called, and i really do not want that to happen. Living in a cul-de-sac means you have to be nice to the neighbours.

Apart from being incredibly pissed last night, or rather, because i was incredibly pissed last night, i was able to speak to KK, a girl who i've liked for over a year. I think we have a "connection" and i persue every ounce of evidence which will support my theory. The GF, very kindly, listens to my rubbish and nods at the appropriate points. Even she admits there is a slight glimmer of truth in my thinking.

There has only been one other time when i've spoken to KK one on one and to do that took litres of beer and much courage. This time it wasn't so hard, but i discovered that she had my mobile phone number. More proof that there is a "connection" between us as;

1) I'd not given her my number
2) On the record i've spoken to her twice before