Arse and Lost Season 3

Yes, its a Saturday and yes I am working again and yes with a hangover. How history repeats itself. There is an irony in here somewhere... I can feel it.

What was I saying? Well its not really a bad hangover as I didn't drink all that much. I had the most surreal evening last night, it really was quite bizarre. I think I shall recount the story to you.

It started off after work quite well with a quick trip to the gym with SJ who has also joined up. We had a lovely swim.

Then Nick had told me we were going to his mates flat for a meal (a girl who he works with and her boyfriend) and they were picking us up at 7. It's about 6:45 when he announces that we are, in fact, being picked up but NOT being taken to their place. Instead it appeared that I was being taken to a persons house who was an old work colleague and now retired. Apparently it was to have one drink there before going back for a meal at theirs. All quite normal. They told me he had been asking for ages for them to pop round so tonight we were all going en masse for a quick drink but with the excuse that we have to go back for a meal so can't stay for long.

We arrive through a large gated entry - I think, this is a rather big house. He must be well off? No. Its an old peoples home. We are met by a foreign lady (who I am not introduced to) and she walks us around the grounds to a far flung cricket pavillion, in which we find our old fellow. He is sat there in blazing spotlights with a middle aged lady and a youngish lad in a suit. Laid out on two circular tables are about 60 bottles of red and white wine, a bucket load of crisps plus various twix bars and marshmallows. It is all a bit strange. I am introduced. We sit down. We suss out the situation and decide the only thing for it is to get cracking on the wine. Are we the first to arrive and there are lots more people coming? In fact, two more people come. We sit around, not knowing anyone but getting steadily drunker by the minute shivering as I expected to be sat in some cosy old mans lounge and am dressed in a little lightweight shirt. The carer brings me a cricket jumper. I decide this looks good on me and later on go home with it. From what I can suss he was expecting a lot more people to turn up and none of them had come. So we sit around until about 9pm until the host announces that he is off to a pub for a meal and we are turfed out.

Then we go back to our friends house for a lovely tapas style meal with lots of yummy interesting food and wine. We stayed there drinking and chatting until about 11:30 when we ordered a taxi to go into town to join a town pub crawl for a mates 30th birthday. But while running towards the taxi in the dark Nick tripped over a low carpark chain and went flying on the concrete. I won't go into the details of how horrible that was to see him go flying like that but we had to go straight home and his knee is pretty busted up and he was in agony. I put ice on it and gave him painkillers and put him to bed but today its still pretty painful. We might have to go to the doctors later on.

Oooh my Dad has just popped into the office and distracted me from my story! He's gone again now. That's OK, I think I was pretty much at the end anyway.

PS. For all the Lost addicts out there, I have the first episode of Season three. I have only watched the first 2 minutes but OH........ MY........ GOD. Looks good. Watching the rest tonight.