I am feeling somewhat tired and a little hungover this morning. I did manage to sleep for over 10 hours and I am quite happy about that. I’ve been bumming around online for a couple of hours and I am going to head out to get some food shortly.
Yesterday was all in all a good day. We started off in Shepherds Bush at 08:45 for paintball. It was a hell of a lot of fun. Over the next three hours we played five games. The day kicked off bigtime when as the first game started we charged the other team and pretty much to the second we started moving, Wagner’s Ride of the Valkyries began blasting out very loudly. I was the prefect music for the occasion. We won three, drew one and lost one. We should have won 4, but there seemed to be some confusion (read: cheating) by the other team who didn’t seem to think that getting hit counted. I spent a hell of a lot on extra ammo, most of us did. The stuff we got as part of the package was not enough to even last two games so that was kinda shit. Still it was all in a good cause and the morning was really good.
We nipped next door for a quick drink afterwards and then headed across the road for some food. A quick burger was had alongside more drinks and then we all split up to get changed and showered after the mornings activity. Headed into town then and spent a few hours in the pub by Liverpool Street station before moving on to the final destination (for me anyway) of a Pool Bar. Played some pool, had some more whiskey and then a large round of tequila.
Around 11ish I was pretty worn out and had quite enough to drink so I called it a night and headed home.
In other news from yesterday, on further reflection I am quite impressed by the way one of the guys wound me up yesterday. It was more subtle than I had expected and I didn’t even twig I was being wound up. In the same vein it would appear that I missed a couple of interesting conversations on Friday night…hmmm. I guess at the end of the day it was not bad news at all but it was certainly not good news.
Other plans for today include watching Papillion and probably Citizen Kane later. Might be hitting the cinema, not sure yet. A night in lying on my bed in front of the tv sounds really good but then again I really want to see this movie 😉
I have a stream of thoughts in my head at the moment. I usually do. I have no idea how to communicate some of these. I can tell you that one of them is still marvelling at the beauty of ( ) by Sigur Ros…oh actually on that note. I struck me the other day that I really don’t know what they are singing. The lyrics could be as intelligent as S Club 7 or Britney Spears and I’ll just never know. It doesn’t really matter, it is still a beautiful album. I am finding myself trying to sing along in certain places. Those of you who have heard me sing *shudder* should think of that lovely experience happening in Icelandic.
Anyways, I can’t explain to you what I’m thinking about in other areas. Hell I’m not even sure it is possible to explain, there is just this general under lying feeling. Everyone deserves better then they have right now or in some cases than they want right now.
I have a little story to share. It is, like many good stories are, about a boy and a girl. Boy likes a girl (a relatively simple phrase but one that holds so much meaning). The girl of course has no clue the boy likes her. The boy for whatever reason has never done anything about his crush (for lack of a better word). The girl considers the boy a good friend. Anyways the boy has another friend, lets call him boy two. They are in fact best friends. Boy two is not aware of his friends interest in the girl. Boy two has no particular interest in the girl. Fate however has other ideas and they end up having a night together. This changes boy two’s opinion of the girl and he realises he does actually have strong feelings for her. However it is too late, she was just interested in that one night and is no longer available to boy two.
Boy two wants to talk to someone about this and naturally turns to his best friend boy one.
So there you have it. I first heard something like this from someone I know who was boy one in this case a while ago. I did also know the girl and boy two (I should have given them names I guess…). I feel bad now, because I laughed. It was funny, and indeed there is an element of comedy to it. Knowing everyone involved and the fuller details than a brief outline can give it was funny, it still is.
There are a couple of lines from Kavangh’s ‘Inniskeen Road : July Evening’ which I am reminded of
And there’s the half-talk code of mysteries / And the wink-and-elbow language of delight.
Well, last night when we were chatting and the exact same situation as I just described happened. Well, as one of the guys was talking about it, one of the other guys said a word. A name actually. Nothing that anyone else would understand, it took me a moment to grasp what he meant and another to change the subject.
Some people don’t like it, I was pretty much constantly arguing with one person over a little thing like that. Your friends know you, and you know them. You more than likely have some sort of shared past. A single word in this case was enough to let me know exactly what was going on and that I was being asked to do something about it. Yet to anyone else it was meaningless.
I just went across the road to pick up some food in the shop. The bread was still warm from the oven. This is a good thing.