Rotten chicken
Agggghh! back at bleeding work! how quick has this weekend gone? bat your eye lids and it's over.
Friday, got home at 5pm. Had a cheeky 12 minutes on the sunbed. Was going to make chilli chicken for mine and Matt's tea. I had remembered to take the chicken out of the freezer and everything. He was due back around 9ish and I hadn't seen him for a week so I was looking forward to seeing him and having a shag again.
Farida came home armed with a bottle of wine. I cleaned the bathroom (again) and we cracked on with the wine. Got a bit of a taste for it, so had another bottle in the garden. Had a shower and tried to look half decent for boy. Thing was, I was pretty shit faced by this point, and anyone that knows me agrees I look fucking terrible when i'm pissed! don't quite know what happens, but I morph into Lilly Savage.
Matt came home for 8.30pm, I was so pleased to see him. Breathed beer fumes on him and gladly took a bottle of rose from his grasp. And drank it.
Farida's bloke picked her up to take her out for dinner, me and Matt ripped each others clothes off and headed up stairs.
Had fantastic sex, ordered a chinese cos I couldn't be bothered with the chicken (decided to have it tomorrow instead) and another big glass of wine. We scoffed our food and turned it in around 2ish.
Saturday morning, started the day with sausage and egg Mc Muffin, which sent me under so had to go back to bed for an hour.
Matt was meeting his mates who are over from Australia. They were all off to watch the cricket. I tidied the house, did some washing and hung it out, had left over fried rice for lunch. Sat in garden reading mags and drinking grolsch. Mate Melissa called and said she was coming over to join me and bringing some beers. Hurrah! Well, we got leathered in the garden. Matt turned up later with beers and wine as shit faced as us, then Farida came home wired out of her face with drugs and more booze! We all lumped on in the garden for a bit, then decided to go inside for cocaine and dancing. Brought in washing.
Thought it would be funny when Matt went to the loo, for Me, Farida and Melissa to dress up in Matt's clothes and just sit there. (they were off the line) He came down stairs and just tutted shaking his head. oh well. We were pissing ourselves!!
Melissa went home, we talked random bollox for hours, then bed.
Sunday morning, felt rough. Hadn't eaten hardly anything yesterday, just drank like a bastard. Matt said he'd take me to Fuji Hiro for something to eat. Popped 3 ibuprofen, a litre of evian.
Left the house still very drunk. Had a nice meal but felt very tired. Matt had to go back to London that night for the second week of his course, so we went home so he could set off. boo!
Oh dear, failed to pick up keys or phone on the way out of the house. Damian was in, so I just walked out, not realsing that Damian will probably go out too! fuck!!! I do it all the time!
Farida was out too, and would probably be out all night. Matt really needed to leave! it was about 6pm. Decided to drive to Sarah Lisle's house so I could use her phone to call Freeds. Noone in. Thought she would be at the Faversham as my friend was doing a big party there, so drove to Headingley and Matt went in to look for her. she wasn't there. Went to Melissa's house where we tried her phone but to no avail.
Decided to chance it and drive home. Now about 9.00pm. Noone home still. Bollox! the realised my bathroom window was slightly ajar... The thing is, my house is four storey's high, so was fucking nose bleed altitude up there! even the window cleaners don't clean it! spotted some ladders on a neighbours van and sent Matt up. He shat his pants. By now though we had an audience of rough Wortley residents, so I felt he couldn't turn back once he had started to climb up.
He made it anyway to massive applause and cheers from the neighbours and me. I was nearly crying/sick at this point! my hero! Got in the house to a terrific stench of gone off chicken that we should have consumed Friday night. Instead we just drank beer all weekend. He set off at 10pm and I went to bed.
Good job we wasn't waiting for Farida as she finally emerged at 2.30am.
Friday, got home at 5pm. Had a cheeky 12 minutes on the sunbed. Was going to make chilli chicken for mine and Matt's tea. I had remembered to take the chicken out of the freezer and everything. He was due back around 9ish and I hadn't seen him for a week so I was looking forward to seeing him and having a shag again.
Farida came home armed with a bottle of wine. I cleaned the bathroom (again) and we cracked on with the wine. Got a bit of a taste for it, so had another bottle in the garden. Had a shower and tried to look half decent for boy. Thing was, I was pretty shit faced by this point, and anyone that knows me agrees I look fucking terrible when i'm pissed! don't quite know what happens, but I morph into Lilly Savage.
Matt came home for 8.30pm, I was so pleased to see him. Breathed beer fumes on him and gladly took a bottle of rose from his grasp. And drank it.
Farida's bloke picked her up to take her out for dinner, me and Matt ripped each others clothes off and headed up stairs.
Had fantastic sex, ordered a chinese cos I couldn't be bothered with the chicken (decided to have it tomorrow instead) and another big glass of wine. We scoffed our food and turned it in around 2ish.
Saturday morning, started the day with sausage and egg Mc Muffin, which sent me under so had to go back to bed for an hour.
Matt was meeting his mates who are over from Australia. They were all off to watch the cricket. I tidied the house, did some washing and hung it out, had left over fried rice for lunch. Sat in garden reading mags and drinking grolsch. Mate Melissa called and said she was coming over to join me and bringing some beers. Hurrah! Well, we got leathered in the garden. Matt turned up later with beers and wine as shit faced as us, then Farida came home wired out of her face with drugs and more booze! We all lumped on in the garden for a bit, then decided to go inside for cocaine and dancing. Brought in washing.
Thought it would be funny when Matt went to the loo, for Me, Farida and Melissa to dress up in Matt's clothes and just sit there. (they were off the line) He came down stairs and just tutted shaking his head. oh well. We were pissing ourselves!!
Melissa went home, we talked random bollox for hours, then bed.
Sunday morning, felt rough. Hadn't eaten hardly anything yesterday, just drank like a bastard. Matt said he'd take me to Fuji Hiro for something to eat. Popped 3 ibuprofen, a litre of evian.
Left the house still very drunk. Had a nice meal but felt very tired. Matt had to go back to London that night for the second week of his course, so we went home so he could set off. boo!
Oh dear, failed to pick up keys or phone on the way out of the house. Damian was in, so I just walked out, not realsing that Damian will probably go out too! fuck!!! I do it all the time!
Farida was out too, and would probably be out all night. Matt really needed to leave! it was about 6pm. Decided to drive to Sarah Lisle's house so I could use her phone to call Freeds. Noone in. Thought she would be at the Faversham as my friend was doing a big party there, so drove to Headingley and Matt went in to look for her. she wasn't there. Went to Melissa's house where we tried her phone but to no avail.
Decided to chance it and drive home. Now about 9.00pm. Noone home still. Bollox! the realised my bathroom window was slightly ajar... The thing is, my house is four storey's high, so was fucking nose bleed altitude up there! even the window cleaners don't clean it! spotted some ladders on a neighbours van and sent Matt up. He shat his pants. By now though we had an audience of rough Wortley residents, so I felt he couldn't turn back once he had started to climb up.
He made it anyway to massive applause and cheers from the neighbours and me. I was nearly crying/sick at this point! my hero! Got in the house to a terrific stench of gone off chicken that we should have consumed Friday night. Instead we just drank beer all weekend. He set off at 10pm and I went to bed.
Good job we wasn't waiting for Farida as she finally emerged at 2.30am.
posted by Anonymous @ 9:14 AM
1 Comments:
At 11:21 AM,
Karen said…
Your lost key story wasn't as dramatic as mine.
Just coz you have a proper boyfriend to climb ladders!
Show off!
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