The obligatory Christmas Day entry
Apparently to shore up my power blogger status I have to make an entry on Christmas Day. I'll be honest I haven't prepared anything funny for today, I've left all my good blogging ideas for another day and I've not done anything non-stereotypical to provide you with a way to vicariously live a life of the slightly eccentric.
Instead you are stuck with me; uncut. Thats not a haircut gag, I told you there's nothing funny here today.
Last night then, I decided to go out with the friends from back here in sunny Northampton (You've not heard of Northampton? We made shoes? No? Lift tower? Never mind). The original plan was to go and buy some tickets for a club so me and my good chum were going in to town ridiculously early to start the drinking off and aquire some tickets. Of course, as is his way, he was late in getting ready and I was able to
endure enjoy the delights of the Princess Diaries until we finally escaped an hour late. We picked up another of my old school associates on the way and then made our way to 'spoons for drinks and dinner. I knew I was drunk when I started making lewd salt sculptures on the table.
The club we were aiming for seemed to be erring on the side of closed and a sign outside informed us that they had put the prices up since yesterday. Enthusiasm for the place was waning and in the end we never went there. First however our delightful driver arrived in the form of my good chum's lady of choice and we were house party bound. It is here that I began to feel strangely displaced and square peg like. By some bizzare fluke almost everyone I know seems to be in a long term relationship; some with marriage plans, others with mortgages and tumble driers for Christmas. As if thats not enough, there was a disturbing preponderance towards serious careers in banking and multinational mega corporations. Everyone seems to be considering a masters, Phd or teaching qualification to add to their earning potential. Then there's me, no great ambitions, slacker lifestyle, philosophy degree, low paid 'artistic' job and a different failed relationship every year. I love them all with our crazy countryside haunts and that massive shared history, but somewhere I seem to have drifted.
Back in school I would never have picked me, among my friends, as the one who'd be flying the flag for irresponsibility. I guess everyone changes.
The night continued and I descended into thoughtfulness for a while, until I was handed a brown concoction involving too much vodka and, like a moth to flame, I was drawn to the dance floor.
Thank god my hair is awesome.
Today, in case it has escaped your notice, is Christmas. I don't go in for much of the christmas crazy, but I like giving and getting the presents. I got everything I wanted (except a pirate hat) and some nice extra things too. Thank you to all my fantastic family, for the food and the laughs.
Thank you to everyone at the Arts Centre and especially you super fantastic STARS marketeers, keep your eye on the apple of truth. Much love to all the volounteers who've kept the youth group going this term, may it go from strength to strength. Thanks to the bloggers who've kept me entertained in the evenings this term, I feel at home among you. Thanks to the lecturers who've kept me awake and mostly turning up all term, quite a feat. Thanks to everyone who's supported VGDSoc, you're all special people. Thanks to my friends, and especially my house mates for being awesome (We unlocked Donkey Kong!). And thanks to my new drinking buddy for giving me some competition in my quest for world domination.