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Variations on a theme
Mar. 19th, 2006 11:42 amWell, where did that month go, I wonder? It's not like it was so full of super exciting things that it just vanished, I'm sure.
Mainly, the last few weeks have been dominated with work one way or another - did a 20 odd hour weekend at the end of February and have been asked to work every weekend since. I flat out refused, but this just makes for more stuff to do during the week. Ho hum.
Limerick last week, and flying back on Monday for another week. Which is fine, I suppose. Travelling with work is never that great though (even if you're going to exotic places, and Limerick (which is known locally as 'Stab City' apparently ...) could hardly be said to be exotic). And of course there's the fact the Friday was St Paddy's. I flew back to Liverpool that day, but that means that there was Guinness the night before (yes, I know, not vegan, or even vegetarian, but it's not that easy to find decent beer in Ireland that's not Guinness. And when in Rome ...), not much, and it was mostly the mid strength (less than 3%) but when your limit is a couple of pints at most, 4 or 5 probably isn't a good idea. Result, my first hangover in 8 or 9 years. Grrr. It's not as if I was even drunk.
So, flying with a hangover - even a fairly minor one (no nausea, thank God) - not really recommended. At all. Even ignoring the screaming brats on the flight and the couple sitting next to me who couldn't keep their hands off each other.
I always forget how emotionally delicate any sort of comedown, especially an alcohol one, makes me feel. Which also wasn't good, as I'd finally got the courage to ask out the girl at work I've fancied for ages. Well, I sort of asked her out and she sort of said yes, but as I was going to be away for a while and she had plans last weekend and I had plans (since cancelled, admittedly) this weekend, I said I'd give her a bell from Ireland to arrange something.
I was a little uncomfortable about actually asking someone out in work hours (even if it was Friday afternoon, which barely counts as part of the working week), it seems intrusive, but I don't do work social events and it's been a long time since I've met someone whom I'm attracted to and comfortable with and who isn't completely unattainable, one way or another. And I really like this girl.
Anyway, I was as unpushy as you could possibly be, and obviously she had plenty of time to change her mind. Which she duly did, by email on Thursday (ah, the classic let's be friends email. Yep, variations on that theme ...). All good reasons (just recently out of a long relationship, wary about seeing someone in work, etc etc) but I was still far more upset than I expected I'd be. I've not replied yet, couldn't bring myself to on Thursday, I should do that today.
Now there's going to be awkwardness. My own fault.
I'd still like to see her as friends, but we'll see, I suppose.
So hungover and emotionally delicate on Friday night. And the phone got a hammering. No surprise there.
Anyway, enough of the maudlin stuff. I'm planning on heading southwards for a few days over Easter. You up for a visit? I have new togs that, if I'm feeling particularly brave (i.e. far more brave that I usually am) I might be able to get away with in a goth club, and there really aren't enough of those up here, so maybe clubbing, if you feel like it?
Must get dressed, meeting people for lunch at 2. Where did the morning go?
Hope all's well with everyone :) xxx
Mainly, the last few weeks have been dominated with work one way or another - did a 20 odd hour weekend at the end of February and have been asked to work every weekend since. I flat out refused, but this just makes for more stuff to do during the week. Ho hum.
Limerick last week, and flying back on Monday for another week. Which is fine, I suppose. Travelling with work is never that great though (even if you're going to exotic places, and Limerick (which is known locally as 'Stab City' apparently ...) could hardly be said to be exotic). And of course there's the fact the Friday was St Paddy's. I flew back to Liverpool that day, but that means that there was Guinness the night before (yes, I know, not vegan, or even vegetarian, but it's not that easy to find decent beer in Ireland that's not Guinness. And when in Rome ...), not much, and it was mostly the mid strength (less than 3%) but when your limit is a couple of pints at most, 4 or 5 probably isn't a good idea. Result, my first hangover in 8 or 9 years. Grrr. It's not as if I was even drunk.
So, flying with a hangover - even a fairly minor one (no nausea, thank God) - not really recommended. At all. Even ignoring the screaming brats on the flight and the couple sitting next to me who couldn't keep their hands off each other.
I always forget how emotionally delicate any sort of comedown, especially an alcohol one, makes me feel. Which also wasn't good, as I'd finally got the courage to ask out the girl at work I've fancied for ages. Well, I sort of asked her out and she sort of said yes, but as I was going to be away for a while and she had plans last weekend and I had plans (since cancelled, admittedly) this weekend, I said I'd give her a bell from Ireland to arrange something.
I was a little uncomfortable about actually asking someone out in work hours (even if it was Friday afternoon, which barely counts as part of the working week), it seems intrusive, but I don't do work social events and it's been a long time since I've met someone whom I'm attracted to and comfortable with and who isn't completely unattainable, one way or another. And I really like this girl.
Anyway, I was as unpushy as you could possibly be, and obviously she had plenty of time to change her mind. Which she duly did, by email on Thursday (ah, the classic let's be friends email. Yep, variations on that theme ...). All good reasons (just recently out of a long relationship, wary about seeing someone in work, etc etc) but I was still far more upset than I expected I'd be. I've not replied yet, couldn't bring myself to on Thursday, I should do that today.
Now there's going to be awkwardness. My own fault.
I'd still like to see her as friends, but we'll see, I suppose.
So hungover and emotionally delicate on Friday night. And the phone got a hammering. No surprise there.
Anyway, enough of the maudlin stuff. I'm planning on heading southwards for a few days over Easter. You up for a visit? I have new togs that, if I'm feeling particularly brave (i.e. far more brave that I usually am) I might be able to get away with in a goth club, and there really aren't enough of those up here, so maybe clubbing, if you feel like it?
Must get dressed, meeting people for lunch at 2. Where did the morning go?
Hope all's well with everyone :) xxx
