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weekender

Once again, the grain of the world was firmly against me all weekend. Buses failed to materialise, produce was irritatingly sold out and shops inexplicably shut, and empty tables in cafes mysteriously disappeared the moment I turned my back. But this time, thanks to marvellous houseguest badasstronaut, there was no chance to give up and sink into a torrent of sulk. Instead I persevered and put effort into not taking it personally and managed a rather good weekend nevertheless. Like the man says, put the effort in.

Saturday we headed off into town to do all those touristy things like photographing the Radcliffe Camera and bemoaning the lack of mammoths in the Natural History museum. Speaking of which: the upper galleries of the Pitt Rivers are currently closed! How is a person supposed to enjoy a dimly-lit wander with a mysterious stranger in the crowded lower gallery, where at any minute a small child might explode from under your feet or a museum guard appear to tell you fascinating facts about mummies' toes?

In the evening, we had fondue and then stupid games and I discovered the downside of making an effort to stay sober and on top of things; while everyone else was flaking out and going home, I was still wanting to party, and trying not to feel told off by people telling me they needed to sleep. But in my self-pitying bout of introspection and misery in the suddenly-empty house, I did the washing up, so not an altogether negative result.

Sunday was a long, long lunch, as Sundays sometimes are.

I wonder if the mammoth is out back in a store room somewhere, or whether it's passed on?

Over lunch with concourse, the weekend also got christened "my big gay weekend". Details may follow, but don't get overexcited; it's mostly to do with roman blinds and antique pins.

Comments

( 11 worms — Feed the birds )
darkpigeon
30th Jan, 2006 22:57 (UTC)
did you weekend contain a boat ride?
cleanskies
31st Jan, 2006 10:59 (UTC)
too cold!
No, but we plan to do another Big Gay Weekend come punting season.
badasstronaut
31st Jan, 2006 11:06 (UTC)
Re: too cold!
Will that involve roman blinds?
badasstronaut
31st Jan, 2006 09:59 (UTC)
Next time I'll try to drink less and do a better job of staying awake to help with the washing up. I had a lovely lovely time though, and I came home wishing I lived in Oxford. In fact I came home thinking that if I make my house worth more, and score a post at Brookes, maybe I could get myself a flat in Oxford in a couple of years. So thank you for my lovely weekend.

Clearly I failed Big Gay Weekend so badly, I'd better get my name down for Big Gay Summer School so I can catch up on the extra credits I'll need for my diploma.
cleanskies
31st Jan, 2006 10:51 (UTC)
eh, well
... I'm not sure I did so well either, in the end. No response to my text.
badasstronaut
31st Jan, 2006 10:55 (UTC)
Re: eh, well
Maybe some time when you come to Bristol we can go into town, hit the bars, trawling for chicks. Or something. Actually, trawling usually happens in lakes, doesn't it. Where did I get that word from?
cleanskies
31st Jan, 2006 11:00 (UTC)
Re: eh, well
sailors?
badasstronaut
31st Jan, 2006 11:18 (UTC)
Re: eh, well
Do I know any sailors?
cleanskies
31st Jan, 2006 11:22 (UTC)
Re: eh, well
You can tell by their horny hands.
badasstronaut
31st Jan, 2006 11:32 (UTC)
Re: eh, well
Ooh, gosh!
badasstronaut
31st Jan, 2006 11:37 (UTC)
Re: eh, well
I'd be no good trawling in pubs anyway. All I know how to do is get dressed up, sit in a corner with my hands folded politely in my lap, and wait.
( 11 worms — Feed the birds )