Is this another late night drunken blog post? I think it might … not be.
Despite my grandiose gardening plans, I ended up heading to “The Local” to meet up with David, Elise and their sister-in-law, Jo. They were in town house-hunting, so we snatched a couple of hours to have lunch and chat. I skipped the lunch bit but thoroughly enjoyed the chat bit.
From there, I met up with John, Martin, Nicola, and eventually a host of other people, culminating in a trip to Optic. I spent the best part of two hours dancing myself silly, before heading for home.
There’s a lot I want to say about how bleak our lives have become when the only meaningful social interactions are through these modern-day dens of iniquity, binge-drinking refuges where the humble chat-up line is seemingly reduced to “ooh, I’m drunk! You’re such a bad influence on me”. But that would be to reduce to bitter ranting what was otherwise a thoroughly enjoyable night. For all I cared, I could have been the only person dancing for most of the night. I enjoyed the chance to let loose and work out some of the things that are troubling me whilst having my senses pounded by music, perfume, smoke and mirrors.
Tomorrow promises to be a riot. Another badminton game at 08.20am, and a game of squash at 4pm. In between, the gardening that got delayed. I wonder if I’ll still be standing by the end of it?