Sleepwalking my way through life: And I still remember the Gay Gordon



And I still remember the Gay Gordon

And another Sunday passes where I promise myself to do lots of homework yet don't.

I could even do it right now, an hour upstairs should more than enough to get me on my way out of homeworksville. But why do it now when I can do it later? What else are late nights for?

The weekend has been fun. Went dancing on Friday night and had fun, surprisingly. Lots and lots of laughs as we stumbled and fumbled on crushed toes and numerous left feet.
I heard old family stories about caravans and card games while jigs were jigged in the background and drunken lads span round in a threateningly fun manner. Some guy almost got up the courage to hit on Marie, but after noticing that I was holding her hand he made an awkward u-turn and headed in the other direction. It was fun. Although stuffing yourself with pringles before dancing in concentric circles is not the best idea.

Saturday was spent in Glasgow town, a place I have not stepped foot in for nigh on a month. I saw the old sights, walked about the same old places, and crossed the same old streets, memories coming back to me with a rush of nostalgia. The Hub, our coffee cafe of killing time, was closed so we gathered our spirits and tried Cafe Nero where we had a toasted meatball sandwich and discussed many topics.

After a brief trip down memory lane (Or was it George Square? I can't remember these days) we headed up to the cinema to watch the first film together since Serenity back in October. It was a good film, and a warm shoulder is much more comfortable to lean against than those normal cinema seats. And I still need to write to the cinema owner about installing couches.

Ah, but the bells toll nine and I must reach for the phone. We have yet more topics to discuss.
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