The Best Laid Plans
Mar. 14th, 2003 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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jonny_eol. I'd have waved at you, but it turned out I wasn't at Full Tilt after all.
Let's face it; I could've gone alone. I was all dressed up for it, up to and including all that Goth shit I finally managed to learn how to do around my eyes, andleopard_lady had told me to meet her at the theatre she was at around ten. I went, panicking about being late because the Tube was fucked (again). I waited for about twenty minutes -- it was cold and there was this odd guy in a van trying to talk to me (short skirt, low-cut top; not surprising, I guess) but I didn't mind 'cos I know how plays are.
Got out, she turns to Porthos... I'll admit I wasn't sure about Porthos coming along anyway. This was not selfishness. First of all, boyfriends at nightclubs seldom work. I've been there; I know. Second, it didn't strike me as his kind of place and I didn't want him to waste his time or money or kill anyone's buzz. But I figured, if that's what she wants...
Turns out it was what neither of them wanted. Not only did Porthos not want to go along, but after awhile,leopard_lady didn't want to go either. Could I have talked her into it? Maybe. Did I want to? Yes. Did I? No. Well, not strenuously. I didn't tell her how much I'd been looking forward to it -- not only was I going to a club I like with someone I like and haven't seen in years, not only did said club hold meaning for the both of us (to a point, at least), but I was going out for the first time in months. I wasn't going to have to worry overly about that whole "Pull a Pillock" factor because I was with someone, and there'd be the music and the drinks and the dancing...
I could have gone alone. I realise that. This just took the heart straight out of me. I can't say it's her fault. That wouldn't be fair, and even if it were fair, it wouldn't be very nice. So I'm probably gonna go home in a minute and crash. Maybe it's better this way anyway -- my sinuses are not in a good way and my joints are a little fucked what with the cold and all. I was just gonna ignore that and have a good time with my friend tonight. Pay the piper in the morning, so to speak.
I should apologise about the play she invited me to. Too much like my A-level years; sitting down with a bunch of people I don't talk to much watching some play I had no say in the selection of. She suggested coffee or something but I remembered that tomorrow is her and Porthos' one-year anniversary and, in her words, "That day's his" so I'm not going to take her up on that. I get the impression that I'm not going to see her before she leaves. And it saddens me that our last meet-up for quite some time could be us in the ticket hall of Leicester Square Tube, moody and disappointed and trying not to cry.
Christ, we live in a stupid world.
Thess
jonny_eol. I'd have waved at you, but it turned out I wasn't at Full Tilt after all.Let's face it; I could've gone alone. I was all dressed up for it, up to and including all that Goth shit I finally managed to learn how to do around my eyes, and
leopard_lady had told me to meet her at the theatre she was at around ten. I went, panicking about being late because the Tube was fucked (again). I waited for about twenty minutes -- it was cold and there was this odd guy in a van trying to talk to me (short skirt, low-cut top; not surprising, I guess) but I didn't mind 'cos I know how plays are. Got out, she turns to Porthos... I'll admit I wasn't sure about Porthos coming along anyway. This was not selfishness. First of all, boyfriends at nightclubs seldom work. I've been there; I know. Second, it didn't strike me as his kind of place and I didn't want him to waste his time or money or kill anyone's buzz. But I figured, if that's what she wants...
Turns out it was what neither of them wanted. Not only did Porthos not want to go along, but after awhile,
leopard_lady didn't want to go either. Could I have talked her into it? Maybe. Did I want to? Yes. Did I? No. Well, not strenuously. I didn't tell her how much I'd been looking forward to it -- not only was I going to a club I like with someone I like and haven't seen in years, not only did said club hold meaning for the both of us (to a point, at least), but I was going out for the first time in months. I wasn't going to have to worry overly about that whole "Pull a Pillock" factor because I was with someone, and there'd be the music and the drinks and the dancing...I could have gone alone. I realise that. This just took the heart straight out of me. I can't say it's her fault. That wouldn't be fair, and even if it were fair, it wouldn't be very nice. So I'm probably gonna go home in a minute and crash. Maybe it's better this way anyway -- my sinuses are not in a good way and my joints are a little fucked what with the cold and all. I was just gonna ignore that and have a good time with my friend tonight. Pay the piper in the morning, so to speak.
I should apologise about the play she invited me to. Too much like my A-level years; sitting down with a bunch of people I don't talk to much watching some play I had no say in the selection of. She suggested coffee or something but I remembered that tomorrow is her and Porthos' one-year anniversary and, in her words, "That day's his" so I'm not going to take her up on that. I get the impression that I'm not going to see her before she leaves. And it saddens me that our last meet-up for quite some time could be us in the ticket hall of Leicester Square Tube, moody and disappointed and trying not to cry.
Christ, we live in a stupid world.
Thess
