Well…
…where to start?
It was someone from my old work’s birthday drinks last night, and X had invited me along last week. I emailed her during the day, to see if she was still playing out. I mentioned it to Krazy K - who still works there, but had no clue at all about any socialising, bless her - and she decided to come along too, but just for a while as she had to head back to hubby and baby.
When I got to the pub, first person I saw was FKM! Haven’t seen, or indeed heard from him since New Years Day. There were lots of other people there too - but X was just getting her coat and leaving - so much for inviting me!
Having had a debate with myself earlier about whether to drive, I’d got a taxi down there so I could drink. Didn’t have a whole lot of money on me, but last week Q had made a withdrawal from the Bank of Woman to the tune of £40. Love him, he was talking to FKM, and when I went up to him, the first thing he did was put his hand in his pocket to give me my money back (with the obvious smutty remakr of course). FKM could do well to learn from him - he still owes me almost £100!
There were a couple of people I haven’t seen for a while, and it was nice to talk to them. N is a sweety - he once poured me into a taxi when I was so drunk I could hardly walk. S is also a sweety - he wanted to work for me when I worked there - the job that went to Q.
At one point was talking to Krazy K and Q, and this really dowdy woman came up. “Do you know J?” says Q. Me and Krazy K tried to talk to her - but even Krazy K, who is not the most observant of people, said when she had gone, “How awkward was that? Both of us trying to talk to her, but she really had nothing to say….” A while later, I was talking to N and this J walked past. He pulled this really weird face. “What’s that for? Do you know her?” “Oh yes, I know her. She’s FKM’s ‘bit of stuff’,” still pulling the funny face, as if to say, “How weird is he?”
Was in the pub for some time, but I really couldn’t say how long, and what I was doing. Watched FKM and N play the fruit machine, drank lots (and made sure I got a large vodka every time FKM went to the bar - told him to fuck off, stop complaining, he owed me, when he complained I wasn’t in ‘his round’). The pub called time, and the concensus was move to the Earth bar. Q and I headed off that way. I bought us a drink (bugger me, £10 for a pint of lager and a large vodka and coke - why do people like this bar?), and we went to sit at a table. About 15 minutes later FKM turns up. But nobody else. I have no idea where they all went, but we decided prices were too expensive.FKM is wittering on about pizza, Q suggests I go back to his for a kebab (!). Pizza place was shut, so we all jumped in a cab and went to town.
We walked down the main street, where last week I had seen the aftermath of that guy being attacked. Turned out not to have been a stabbing, but it was a 17 year old lad, who got into an ‘altercation’ and had serious head injuries. He died last Saturday.
I am shocked at how upset I still am at it. I crossed the road before we got to where it happened - I just couldn’t walk right past it. Q and FKM turn into a fast food chicken place, not realising that I am actually crying. It was only when we got in there that, give him his due, FKM took one look at me and rushed over, “God, real tears, are you okay?” I know, stupid,.some lad I don’t know, it happens all the time all over the place, but I guess actually seeing the paramedic kneeling over him and pounding his chest makes it a bit more personal somehow.
“I’m okay,” I say, “except I think my contact lens has moved.” Pause. “Bugger, I think my contact lens has fallen out…..”
Even the staff came from behind the counter to help search for it, but it has gone to the great Chicken Cottage drain. My new contact lens. That I have on ‘loan’ until my optician can get me one with a better fit (I am due to have a scan on that eye next week). So, that’s £100 I just cried away then.
FKM ordered his food. Q also ordered food, and when I went to ’see’ (loose term, I am blind without my lenses in) he says, “No, I’ve got yours here.”
Extremely weird. It was quite clear that I was going to Q’s house. It was also equally clear FKM wasn’t invited. Not sure what he thought of it, but to be honest I actually don’t care. None of his business anyway.
Sat up talking to Q until almost 4 o’clock in the morning.
Ended up sleeping in same bed, but no sex. It was really nice, cuddling all night, with no pressure at all. Going to be an interesting conversation between Q and FKM when they go out tomorrow though - it is quite clear that Q doesn’t know I slept with FKM last year, but I wonder if it will get mentioned……
Another drink up next Friday, Q made a point of inviting me. And, although not taking it for granted (lets face it, if he pulls it might just cramp his style a bit!), he has made the point, “No worries about staying over, it’s cheaper than a taxi!”