So the last time I left you I was just about to go to Bristol.
It was a GREAT weekend.
Arrived on Friday evening chilled out with a bottle of wine and just caught up with the lovely host that is Lisa Jones!
Woke up on the Saturday morning ready to go shopping in Cabot Circus. Absolutely Amazing shopping! Spent a lot in Primark and H&M, But really, how could you not??
Then back to Lisa's for a hearty Lasagne.
Getting Ready Time! Shower-Dress-Makeup-Hair and Off to the Lizard Lounge.
Bless Lisa...It was very quiet when we got there but had the odd first year uni student floating about. It slowly picked up. And although it was quite expensive going up to get the drinks was a good excuse to get away from any guys that had come over for a chat with us girls.
On returning from the bar I came back to find my sister talking to a decent looking guy. Only problem was his name like SO MANY OTHERS was James.
22, post graduate, dimples, very smooth talker.
That was enough for cheeky kisses and dancing until 3 in the morning. Such a confidence restorer. That I can be found attractive by someone other than people in Weymouth. Anyone does know everyone.
Next day entailed a minor headache and a greasy breakfast before Lisa gave us her fine tour of the area around her house. It was gorgeous!
Unfortunatley after that we had to depart. Car was jam packed with belongings and new purchases.
Annddd that was my experience of Bristol :)
Half term has been a weird one.
Gone soooo fast. Which brings us to Halloween.
I have a cold suspected flu developing.
Typical of course that this should happen on the night I was looking forward to going out for.
But we make the best of a bad situation. Got me some black devils horns.
This is where the rollercoaster begins, on the low note.
A curry night that had been planned had to be altered as the guy who organised it had to work the bar. My sister and I had arranged that she would cook the curry then I would take it back to him and wait until he got off shift. First of all the other guy that was supposed to be coming to cook had been drinking all day and brings his friend along. Late. He then begins to cook and chops off the top of his thumb, I wonder why???
He then says that he and his friend just have to pop to a mates house and they'll meet us back at the hotel. Lies. My Sis and I text him a lot, no reply. Our guy at the bar said there was no chance of us seeing him again tonight. On entering town we had a laugh, shots, drinks, bumped into friends, took photos. High point.
Then our Work friend wants to go to a place we dont so we sit and wait for a while until my other friend shows up and we follow him to queue for Dusk. Middle point.
Queue at Dusk. And my Ex is behind us.
What do you say? Nothing. What can you? You can't start the small talk, after all he was the one that left me. I can't just chase him around and it's not like he's gonna start a convo with me. He didn't/doesn't want me anymore so what would he want from me.
So I proceeded on into Dusk with a newly acquired Tshirt from a friend who thought I looked cold and a massive plastic sword...why not haha.
After a while my sis is at the bar so I go to her and who should be behind her but my Ex...with another girl...what a slap on the face. Didn't hurt like I thought it would but I suppose I thought he thought more of me. Oh well. Lowest point.
Now for the final peak of remembrance.
Dancing my blues aways! It was fun just to do it. Highest end.
It wasn't the best night, but it was alright :)
Wow that was a long one. Sorry.