Coming Down

It's Sunday now, and I'm still coming down after a... Well, an eventful Friday night on the piss.

It started like most of these Friday nights out: in the afternoon. A pretty fractured, but stimulating, conversation with a friend of mine on a possible comic book collaboration, led into some conversation with another mate about Alexei Sayle’s Stuff (a forgotten classic of TV comedy – finally brought out on DVD by the BBC!). From there, the afternoon, and evening went as normal as any Friday night does. I apologised to someone for something I can’t remember doing, got chatted up by a large girl, said hello to someone I haven’t seen in a while, blagged a couple of chocolate biscuits from behind the bar and got a length hug off a girl I know (who I probably have stronger feelings for than I’m prepared to admit, but that, as they say, is another story).

The most eventful part of it was when I ended up talking to a girl who my mate knows. She helped me out by talking to me so I could avoid talking to someone else, and later, I flirted with her, and I ended up kissing her.

It’s no big deal, I know, but I don’t why I can’t stop being stunned by the fact that I did it.


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