Noticing A Pattern

I've noticed a pattern - i'm yet to have a bad night out with my new guy friends. I like this pattern.

Last night i was exhausted. After another week of not going to bed before midnight (usually one or two am) and getting up by eight, i was exhausted. I worked all day at church, had bible study and then went to the Maundy Thursday service, where i got to sing, which was fantastic!! Dr.B and the SouthAfrican sung Bad by U2 and i've had it stuck in my head ever since, it was really good. Afterwards, i was happy to fall into bed... but fate had other plans.

I dealt with Noodle's personal crisis, then Bri rang - she needed a lift into town. I was happy enough to oblige... but then wondered if i'd end up going into town and staying in there. Once i'd done my hair in an effort to look respactable (and done a rather decent job of pinning it up), i decided that i looked rather nice, so was easily coaxed inside. When i got in, we found the boys there! Yay!

We hung out at the Havvy until it closed. I got to chat with all the guys, they all seemed happy to see me. Hodge, always over-affectionate, told anyone who'd listen about the 'mass respect' thing we had going. Then, with me as designated driver, i was stuck driving Bri and some of the boys to our next stop. It was an effort to get TinyTim into the car - he decided to start yelling at me, being very non-specific and swearing lots. This didn't really bother me, seeing as he tends to be an angry drunk and the only way to deal with him is to humour him because he doesn't really mean in. On the way to the car he fell over, tried to call his friend from a payphone without putting money in (i'll admit, it was funny to see him pick up the reciever and say 'hey, come pick me up' to the dial tone) and then ran away. Eventually we got him into the car. With yelling boys in the backseat, had a scare with the police in the car next to us as the boys made a rauckus (i was terrified i'd get pulled over- i'd had a drink over two hours ago and was praying that it'd left my system!) and Bri tried to take command... which resulted in TinyTim getting out of the car while i was at a stoplight and disapearing into the darkness. Somehow, we managed to find a park after ruling out one spot that looked like rapist central and taking a few wrong turns that had the boys taking back-seat-driving to a whole new level. But eventually, a park was found and we made it to Electric Circus.

I had to shout one of the boys entry, and we all rushed in to use the bathroom - then we danced. One of the boys looks like a Calvin Klein model (great fun to spend time with him) and is super nice. With TinyTim doing his angry dancing, Hodge being super-affectionate, CK attracting half the female eyes in the room, we made quite a group. I ran into an old school friend who i see once a year and that was super fun. Eventually, around 2am, it was time to go.

I was in charge of getting everyone home. But getting Bri to leave was no mean feat. She disapeared with a guy. I finally found her - but she wanted to stay with him... I hate being in this position; whether to leave a friend or not to. I got the guy's number. I gave him strict instructions to call me when he dropped her off. I warned her to be careful... but then, as i left, i saw her stumbling out of the door, looking dazed, this guy holding onto her arm. I couldn't do it, i couldn't leave her with him in that state. So i grabbed her by the hand, informed the guy that i was taking her with me and had to pry him off her. Thankfully, i was surrounded by built guys, so he couldn't put up too much fight. Still, he followed us down the street, staring daggers at me, but i was so relieved to know she was safe.

Then came the chore of going home. After finding TinyTim being chased by imaginary aboriginals (yes, he imagines people chasing him when he's been drinking and tells us all about the Kung Fu moves that he will pull against them...), down the street towards us, i had one too many people to fit in my car. After deciding there was no way in hell i was putting CK in the boot, we squished the guys in and Bri lay across their laps. Somehow, it was decided that we'd all stay at Bri's, as her parents were away. We had pizza and popcorn, yum! Bri's gorgeous brother came home and knew my name, which was awesome - we got some more mass respect for being mini-Martha Stewarts. The boys sat up for ages, making a racket and mucking around. I was looking after TinyTim and was in hysterics at the rubbish he was sprouting. I've never seen someone so drunk that they actually hiccoughed before, so this was a first. Eventually, around 4.30am, Bri headed off to bed, Hodge and CK finished pretending to rape each other in one bed (it takes some getting used to before you're ok with the boy-humour...) and TinyTim and i curled up in the other - i love sharing beds with people, it's just so much more comforting than sleeping with teddies. When the alarm went off three hours later, i was not pleased!!

I woke the boys, piled them into the car and dropped them home, before i raced home to get changed and run over to church. I was in the choir, managed to lip sync the songs, tried my darndest to stay awake during the sermon (ok, so i failed slightly), visited with the kiddies and managed to scab a lift home, hurrah! Then it was a shower, off to the family easter lunch complete with easter egg hunt (which i win every year) and orange fish and then a BBQ with the girls... by the time i got home, i was far too wiped to attempt the piles of homework i have, let alone go to the SouthAfrican's house to watch Passion Of The Christ... so i fell asleep for an hour. Now, after waking, i'm still tired and now have to attempt homework!! Wish me luck...