My truly TRULY bizzarre evening.
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anotherusedpage So. Sometime last week, while drunk enough that I don't remember doing it, I'd agreed to go to LGBT soc Moulin Rouge themed drinks, being organised by the lovely Alan, and his fluffy love interest. He showed up in my room at about six o clock, and I figured since I'd been working constructively almost all day, with only a slight interlude for bees, I might as well. And he looked all disappointed because loads of people had promised him they'd go and then let him down, and... anyway Moulin Rouge prostitutets = an excuse to get the corset out = never a bad thing.
So, onto the bizzarre things.
Almost immediately aftervampire_kitten had left, a good friend of mine called Jess declared her undying love for me, said if I ever split up with opportunemoment she'd be waiting for me, and then appologised a lot. I strongly suspect it was ninety percent the cannabis and alchol talking, especially considering a) she's usually more straight than that. Not completely straight but not declaring undying love for another girl unstraight either, and b) events which followed which I shall relate in due course.
On the way home, Jess got ahead of the rest of us. She'd taken of her shoes and could therefore walk. She was in our sight the whole way home, but just after we'd gone past cornmarket, we realised she'd managed to pick up a bloke. At first we thought it was Simon from college. Then we realised that it very much wasn't. We'd never seen the guy before in our lives, she'd never seen the guy before in her life either. We caught up with them just as they reached the steps of the Waynflete flats, but didn't manage to stop them from pulling. Jess then invited the guy into the building and up to her room.
Me and Sarah T, knowing quite how drunk she was, rather unsubtly followed and invited ourselves into Jess' room too. The guy gave her his phone number - in green marker pen, which he pulled from his pocket, he'd writing all over his arms in green marker too. When she wasn't quick enough about producing a piece of paper, he suggested writing it on the wall. In permanent green marker. I found an envelope instead. He wrote down his name and phone number. Told us that he was going to write down his full name but not his middle name. His name was Bernard, I think. Over the next few minutes of conversation, he also disclosed that a) he had a criminal record, but it was ok cos it wasn't for hurting anyone, b) that the reason he didn't currently have a six pack was because he was on medication for mental illness, c) that he was a full time coke, crack and heroin dealer, d) that there were frequently people in his flat, and I quote, 'with blood pouring off them and stuff'. By this stage, even Jess registered what a stupid thing she'd done, and me and Sarah were shitting bricks. Jess, again none too subtly, said that she was tired and wanted to go to bed. At this point I was wondering which guys were around that were going to be big enough to deal with him if he decided he didn't want to leave, but he didn't attempt anything. Me and Sarah escorted the guy out of the building and made sure the door was locked behind him.
So. Now the universe has a slight sense of unreality to it. Jess can't really have declared undying love for me and then invited a literal psychopath up to her bedroom within the space of an hour, can she?
So yeah. Life is suddenly very strange.
So, onto the bizzarre things.
Almost immediately after
vampire_kitten had left, a good friend of mine called Jess declared her undying love for me, said if I ever split up with opportunemoment she'd be waiting for me, and then appologised a lot. I strongly suspect it was ninety percent the cannabis and alchol talking, especially considering a) she's usually more straight than that. Not completely straight but not declaring undying love for another girl unstraight either, and b) events which followed which I shall relate in due course.On the way home, Jess got ahead of the rest of us. She'd taken of her shoes and could therefore walk. She was in our sight the whole way home, but just after we'd gone past cornmarket, we realised she'd managed to pick up a bloke. At first we thought it was Simon from college. Then we realised that it very much wasn't. We'd never seen the guy before in our lives, she'd never seen the guy before in her life either. We caught up with them just as they reached the steps of the Waynflete flats, but didn't manage to stop them from pulling. Jess then invited the guy into the building and up to her room.
Me and Sarah T, knowing quite how drunk she was, rather unsubtly followed and invited ourselves into Jess' room too. The guy gave her his phone number - in green marker pen, which he pulled from his pocket, he'd writing all over his arms in green marker too. When she wasn't quick enough about producing a piece of paper, he suggested writing it on the wall. In permanent green marker. I found an envelope instead. He wrote down his name and phone number. Told us that he was going to write down his full name but not his middle name. His name was Bernard, I think. Over the next few minutes of conversation, he also disclosed that a) he had a criminal record, but it was ok cos it wasn't for hurting anyone, b) that the reason he didn't currently have a six pack was because he was on medication for mental illness, c) that he was a full time coke, crack and heroin dealer, d) that there were frequently people in his flat, and I quote, 'with blood pouring off them and stuff'. By this stage, even Jess registered what a stupid thing she'd done, and me and Sarah were shitting bricks. Jess, again none too subtly, said that she was tired and wanted to go to bed. At this point I was wondering which guys were around that were going to be big enough to deal with him if he decided he didn't want to leave, but he didn't attempt anything. Me and Sarah escorted the guy out of the building and made sure the door was locked behind him.
So. Now the universe has a slight sense of unreality to it. Jess can't really have declared undying love for me and then invited a literal psychopath up to her bedroom within the space of an hour, can she?
So yeah. Life is suddenly very strange.
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