The Calm

So, it’s been a while. You may be wondering what on earth has happened to me, but fear not! I have not been in some fatal accident or suffered any tragedy, I’ve simply become somewhat of a hermit in the past few weeks. Admittedly it’s also down to a sheer bout of laziness and lack of motivation to write anything at all, which I am out rightly ashamed of. I could’ve written about the Halloween shenanigans or that one random night at Liquid; however at this point the drinks, the kebabs and the tears have all blurred into one and I doubt I’d be able to recount a specific night accurately at all.

The past few weekends have followed the same pattern. On Friday nights I stay at my boyfriends and have to get up at a time I didn’t realise existed on a Saturday BCB (Before Current Boyfriend) in order for him to get to work and for me not to have to awkwardly reside in his house without him. I go home and get back into my own bed before awakening for a driving lesson. Then my day passes by without me fully remembering what exactly I’ve done until I end up back at my his. The night will then be dedicated to Wii and/or a film which we undoubtedly fall asleep through. I know, we’re just completely off the rails aren’t we?

This pattern has been serving me well and all jokes aside, I genuinely adore quiet nights in with the man I love and being able to remember sex is just one of the many advantages of not get completely gazeboed on a Saturday night. Other such advantages include not having to deal with the sensation of an elephant sitting on my head and my tummy doing summersaults all throughout Sunday afternoon. Unfortunately, due to my boyfriends lack of interest, I still have to watch X Factor on catch up.

There is something slightly strange about sitting in my bedroom at 6:30 playing The Sims Social instead of rushing around trying to get ready for a night out. I will admit that not having to face my wardrobe on a weekly basis in order to attempt to find some combination of clothing that won’t make me feel like a potato next to my friends has definitely been beneficial. I’d like to say that my bank balance has subsequently suffered less in this alcohol-free period; however I still managed to bleed it dry.

So just as the painfully cold weather is setting in and I’ve purchased new gloves, a scarf and “the best hat I could have ever chosen”, according to my boyfriend, it’s time for alcohol rich nights to occur more frequently. That Christmassy feeling is creepy up and the time to feel merry and bright, in other words time to be able to get drunk a lot without being scrutinised too harshly, is finally here.

I’ll say with slight apprehension that I am yearning for the bitter taste of vodka. My body is beginning to feel the effects of such a long drought and I’m not sure how much longer it will cope with such unprecedented sobriety. Hopefully my thirst will be quenched this coming weekend and I’ll have stories enough to fill a book to impart to you and make your day that little bit more worth getting up for.