Good Weekend

Today, it rained. Water came down, slanted, alternately heavy and light, and splashed itself across my window, drenching it. Little droplets, then big, then little, then big again. In random bursts. Like a carwash. The sun eventually came out. Then it disappeared and reappeared. In between, there was more diagonal rainfall, and a rainbow arching its way across a backdrop of apocalyptic gray clouds. Now the sky is darkening in slow motion.

I've done nothing all day.

Last night was brilliant. I don’t remember much. I remember buying Coca-Cola and discovering I had almost no money left and thinking that was probably a bad thing and continuing on to the tiki party and downing a Jameson & Coke and reading a copy of the latest issue of Playboy (for no particular reason) and arguing with people about film (specifically Juno, that beast of beasts) and downing another Jameson & Coke and meeting Brendan, who I incorrectly assumed was heterosexual (slap on the wrist!), and talking about New York and attempting to down another Jameson & Coke and talking about Buffy and Firefly and realizing everything was starting to spin and eating lots of garlic bread and time passing and somehow ending up in my friend, the host’s room and talking with a bunch of people and lying on my friend’s bed for a very long time and nearly locking myself in a bathroom without a door handle and more time passing and eventually making it downstairs and time passing and not being a good friend because of an aversion to vomit and sitting in the bathroom/nodding off in the bathroom for what I was told was a half hour and time passing and more time passing and talking about how food was probably a good idea and slagging Irish accents and pseudo-threatening people with an empty beer bottle and making up a story about how I killed a bunch of Amish kids on a train once (the Rumspringa part was true, though!) and watching the sun come up and nearly falling asleep on my friend’s floor but instead taking a very bumpy and nauseating taxi back into town at half five so I could go to sleep in my own bed and wake up at one in the afternoon. I also went to a very entertaining football match before all this even happened.

Madness. I’d do it all over again if given the chance.

Today, I woke up to breakfast cooked by my roommate and his boyfriend: vegetarian sausage, scrambled eggs, toasted brown bread and soft butter, baked beans, sautéed mushrooms and onions and tomatoes, English Breakfast tea, orange juice. Mouth-watering and delicious. The perfect solution to nursing the hangovers we either had or, in my case, should have had.