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So contrary to my expectations (see two entries prior to this one), Sam's unofficial birthday plans had somehow extended invitations for the rest of us. The endeth result was weirdly minimalist considering four key players were absent and my thoughts kept straying to what Sal was up to and whether Jay was had gotten himself lost in Greece or not. Seeing as none of us are particularly famed for our decisiveness we decided to pile into poor Jessie's car for a road trip down to ye olde Tescos after an hour (and probably a lot more in excess) of pondering and were greeted by a posse of Chavs who couldn't quite believe that 7 people just filed out of our teeny vehicle. It was risky business, of course. No seatbelts, seven passengers and no lights would have gone down a real treat with the police. After purchasing four packets of strawberries and one tub of double cream we ended up outside Nick's drive and engaged in a massive group gorging, which left everyone rather sleepy. So precisely at 1.58am we each went our separate ways, desperately trying not to think of the ample bottle of Tequila still sitting happily in Rob's front room. It was the most surreal birthday celebration I'd ever experienced. Thankfully Loz and Hayman seemed ok with each other but Robbie appeared ever so slightly grumpy, Nick and Jessie were fabulously loved up and Sam wouldn't stop talking about Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. And lying in the right-hand side of the Skinner's supremely comfortable king-sized bed that night, it kind of occurred to me that I'd never felt more alone in my whole life. True, I was surrounded by friends but time with these guys is so precious and ephemeral these days and I began kidding myself with perverted thoughts that I would have liked nothing better at that point in time to have been in someone's arms. And the most discomforting thing was the fact that I couldn't seem to work out whether this sudden realisation had been borne out of sadness or not. Or just the simple melancholy that I'm in no way ready to let these guys go in two month's time.
I managed a mediocre 6 hours of sleep and popped into Toni and Guy for my hair appointment. Two and a half hours later I walked out with a MULLET and pining for hair extensions. Eeeep. Ok, so people not blessed with a perfect face cannot necessarily pull off any style. At least in my world. Strangely enough, the Garcias and Sam all said it was cool. I am not convinced. Note to self: never in any circumstance attempt to cut your own hair.
I wonder if there are any black market supplements out there that will make your hair grow faster. Hmph.
I managed a mediocre 6 hours of sleep and popped into Toni and Guy for my hair appointment. Two and a half hours later I walked out with a MULLET and pining for hair extensions. Eeeep. Ok, so people not blessed with a perfect face cannot necessarily pull off any style. At least in my world. Strangely enough, the Garcias and Sam all said it was cool. I am not convinced. Note to self: never in any circumstance attempt to cut your own hair.
I wonder if there are any black market supplements out there that will make your hair grow faster. Hmph.