Hop on Board
I know it has been a few days, the weekend just sortof slipped into Sunday without me realizing it, and now I'm here again, end of the weekend. Classes start tomorrow and I'm starting to worry about the usual things, work, school, time. But enough, let me work backwards.
Last night was a blast. After having numerous 'what amazing people' moments at dinner, I excused myself to meet a prior engagement... which turned out to have changed. So off back to our new-found local. A few beers and flirtation later, it was across the street. I wouldn't pay so much to get into a club at home, but I'm in Oxford and I get the feeling my clubbing days are numbered. So indeed, I did it anyways. And it was a good time, I pulled out my scary-girl hat and went with it. One always attracts the deep-down masochistic type. They like to think that you are an angel underneath, but secretly love that you are stronger than them. And so the dis-attractiveness of men around here led me through the evening, as my companions came and went, I finally left after two, after an argument about coming home, and took myself up the road towards my bed. He cocked his head at me. I tugged on the tie around my neck, self-aware. It went with the theme of the evening. I shook his hand, and he smiled, commented on my handshake. As if I hadn't heard it all night. We talked, amazingly, about the environment and society, as if we had known each other for years. I walked them up the road. He muttered something about destiny, I muttered something about the good in people, and we both left with a smile.
Friday night I had been a bit more of a mess, having my lip-whore hat all worked out and drinking from about two in the afternoon. After Fresher's Fair we took ourselves down to the pub, and one pint turned into three, and before I knew it we were signing our names onto clubs we'd never join, and stumbling back up the road towards home. Off to our adoptive college where I proceeded to make an ass and likely blow the teeny tiny chance that I might have had with my crush. Ah well. He was on his way to The Island anyways. So another night ending in a stumble home.
Friday had been pretty decent, what with worrying about school and rushing around. Hockey practice Thursday had left me exhausted, I am going to have to get used to the late-night exercise, which left me wired and unable to sleep until three. I think that my body clock here will adjust as it did in Montreal to late nights and decently late mornings. Indeed, that seems to be the way I work. Practice went well, I'm still delightfully sore, and was rostered to play tonight. So I have just about five hours to do what I have to do today, haven't yet decided if it will be housekeeping stuff or school stuff. Might try a bit of both.
Oh yes, and I have, as of last night, been dubbed the Hot Train. It is great on so many levels. Hop on Board.
Last night was a blast. After having numerous 'what amazing people' moments at dinner, I excused myself to meet a prior engagement... which turned out to have changed. So off back to our new-found local. A few beers and flirtation later, it was across the street. I wouldn't pay so much to get into a club at home, but I'm in Oxford and I get the feeling my clubbing days are numbered. So indeed, I did it anyways. And it was a good time, I pulled out my scary-girl hat and went with it. One always attracts the deep-down masochistic type. They like to think that you are an angel underneath, but secretly love that you are stronger than them. And so the dis-attractiveness of men around here led me through the evening, as my companions came and went, I finally left after two, after an argument about coming home, and took myself up the road towards my bed. He cocked his head at me. I tugged on the tie around my neck, self-aware. It went with the theme of the evening. I shook his hand, and he smiled, commented on my handshake. As if I hadn't heard it all night. We talked, amazingly, about the environment and society, as if we had known each other for years. I walked them up the road. He muttered something about destiny, I muttered something about the good in people, and we both left with a smile.
Friday night I had been a bit more of a mess, having my lip-whore hat all worked out and drinking from about two in the afternoon. After Fresher's Fair we took ourselves down to the pub, and one pint turned into three, and before I knew it we were signing our names onto clubs we'd never join, and stumbling back up the road towards home. Off to our adoptive college where I proceeded to make an ass and likely blow the teeny tiny chance that I might have had with my crush. Ah well. He was on his way to The Island anyways. So another night ending in a stumble home.
Friday had been pretty decent, what with worrying about school and rushing around. Hockey practice Thursday had left me exhausted, I am going to have to get used to the late-night exercise, which left me wired and unable to sleep until three. I think that my body clock here will adjust as it did in Montreal to late nights and decently late mornings. Indeed, that seems to be the way I work. Practice went well, I'm still delightfully sore, and was rostered to play tonight. So I have just about five hours to do what I have to do today, haven't yet decided if it will be housekeeping stuff or school stuff. Might try a bit of both.
Oh yes, and I have, as of last night, been dubbed the Hot Train. It is great on so many levels. Hop on Board.
posted by Care | 11:22 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home