Last night, still struggling with high anxiety and depression from smoking too much weed, I opened my door to a big group of drinkers/stoners/life-lovers/twee-trouser wearers/facial hair owners/ukulele players and such..
My flat-mate/lover/sister/mess of a best friend Lucy, had two of her rather lovely friends from Bristol down, so it goes without saying that we had to show them a good time - it was their first night in Southend (staying in the beautiful building that is University Square Essex, student accommodation).
As 9 people sat tightly in a circle by my door discussing what their vaginas would be made out of : "My vagina is steel", "My vagina is polystyrene" etc etc etc etc... or what their vagina's personalities were. "My vagina is timid", "My vagina is excessively crude." The rest of us snuggled up on the bed or around the desk, watching ridiculous YouTube videos and smoking sweet sin.
The room was lit by a banana light, stuck to the wall with white blu-tack, and the wonder that is THE STAR MASTER, so that as the smoke drifted through the air, it became rainbow coloured and all purdy and stuff.
This blog is for Phil, the beautiful nurse, who paid me a lovely compliment about my Blogs. Telling me he likes reading them... Thankyou Phil, although, right now I should be doing essays and script work. So boo you whore.
People who hadn't been in my room before were here, and I couldn't be more grateful for it. My room is my sanctuary and I'm glad to have shared it with people I see from day-to-day but have no close contact with. The only downside to the whole night, was that there were more feet than people in the room, because everyone has two feet, so.... that makes more feet than people, right? Anyway, I hate feet. But I could forget about the amount of feet as we conversed and giggled.
I had my boy with me, and my fav' girls at my side making me smile like a person that smiles a lot. Ellie was styling some sexy purple eyeshadow and Lucy just looked damn fine. And me, well I expect I looked rather messy, but I couldn't have cared less. And Bertie, HAHA, he was most definitely there, with his cockney accent and awful leather jacket. Wink face.
The time went not too fast but not too slow, and so by the end of the night, I felt more content than I have in a long time. There was a constant stream of people coming and going, and so, with every new face that entered, came shit-loads more fun. Tommy bought his green Ukulele which made me smile, and even Dj managed to leave his room and become a guest instead of the host that he so often is. And although he retired early, his company was treasured.
I felt happy enough just sitting and dipping in and out of different circles of conversation, hearing beautiful stories told by the lips of strangers. And even happier to have Chris sitting with me doing the same.
By 2:34am I was truly on my way to somewhere rather nice. Just as well, as there was enough for just one more spliff. There were also secret MD users in the room, and Bertie tested me as to who the MDheads were. I got one right - Katie G, and the other was Phil... no wander he complimented me. Wink face. Katie's eyes were huge. Phil's were hidden by black-framed glasses, but underneath them, I'm pretty sure there were larger than average pupils.
I kept glancing at people's faces, in a non-creepy way, and only seeing smiles. If there had been a sad face in the room, I'm sure the simple handing over of a bourbon would turn that frown, upside-left.
Just 'cause 'My Little Ponies' are fun.
Although I wasn't touching a drip of alcohol, there was plenty flying around the establishment. Cups were being passed, filled, and passed back, and then consumed (the liquid, not the cup).
Right now, when I should be doing some work, I'm completely and utterly talking to myself.
What am I talking to myself about?
Tea and my abacus, and the fact I should be doing work.
But I have a tea & cake gathering to organise and put together. Worrying I've not purchased enough cake.
