potato salad + absinthe = puke!

Well, i just got home, it's been a great night and so i thought what better time to sit and blog about stuff than now? I'm slightly drunk, not so much so that my thinking is impared or that i'd be unable to type this blog but enough so that everything is ever so slightly blurry now. Again i left the party feeling completely sober but arrived home a little tipsy. I had drank quite a bit tonight but never really got drunk, it was just one of those nights where perhaps a slight buzz was felt throughout the majority, but nothing more no matter how much i drank. I'm not sure that this was a disappointment though, in actual fact i may well have found what i prefer, I don't like to get completely drunk, feeling that way often leads to headaches or a sore stomach and possibly from time to time a hangover and you act stupidly and make a fool of yourself something i didn't really do tonight.

I was however sick tonight, which is a bit of a disappointment... unfortunatly after eating a large portion of potato salad i decided it was time to drink a bit of absynth, it didn't mix and i didn't hold it for much longer than 30 seconds to a minute before a huge load of projectile vomit left my mouth covering kev's patio and unfortunatly for me, when i decided to clean it up just moments later his 2 watering cans were also covered. A few glasses of water and some tissues and it was mostly clean.

Anyways, aside from the puking incident it was a good night, Marc and ruth were there, my dad and Jane / Jayne / however the fuck she spells her name was also there, my dads old housemate Richard was there and Michael a friend from school also showed up, which was a suprise. Apparently Kev stops in one stop quite often and invited two of the guys over to the party, one being michael. Anyway, it was good to catch up with him, he's a good guy and we hadn't spoken for more than 5 mins here and there for quite some time, shame that he had to witness me puking all over the place, but shit happens.

Anyway, it was nice to be able to sit and have a fairly long chat with jane about a range of subjects, she's intelligent and nice, so a good conversation is fairly easy to hold with her, she is also very easy to talk to, in a general sense, you never feel like you're wasting your breath. Perhaps the most interesting point in some ways was how she seemingly knew i was gay pretty much straight off the bat and it should make you stright guys slightly ashamed... She knew because i didn't constantly stare at the tits of people i was talking to, if female. Now if someone can tell i'm gay simply because i'm not popping my eyes out when talking to a female, something is wrong, you straighties really need to sort that shit out, women notice this shit and i'm sure most of the time think 'sigh... another one staring at the redundant lumps of flesh hanging off of my body!' She wasn't talking of her own... just want to make that clear as that would be weird since she is my dads partner and a few years north of what you would expect a male of my age to be looking for, then again... i guess that doesn't really mean anything when only looking and not looking for a partner? Who knows. Also further reconfirmation that my sexuality was no issue to my father from someone other than his own mouth was good, it's nice to truely know what someone thinks of an issue and often times that is not always possible when hearing it from their own mouth, especially when you can expect that a father/son relationship depended on what he said / felt around the issue.

Still, as i say, a good night, the food was good, the music was good... when i controlled it and the booze was good. It was nice to catch up with people and hang out.

Now, this blog is going backwards chronologically... So lets move to friday night, which was of course the LPW show. Again, what can i say to begin, other than it was a lot of fun?
I think my promo went pretty well, i managed to get some heel heat and challenging a girl of about 3 - 4 years old to a match as well as calling her by the wrong name made me chuckle immensly inside my head and after the match more audibly back stage.
It was cool to work Danny fantom (now chris coruso) and think that in the future we could have some great matches in us. Backstage was fun as always and i also found entertainment in the injury of a friend (sorry grimm!)

Where as it sucks that grimm got himself concussed, it never really is clear when wrestlers are called out to the ring to help another backstage whether or not the injury is real. Faces were called for and being a heel i decided to also go. It turns out grimm was actually injured and signs seemed to point that way in the ways that the faces were handling him, however seeing as i was out there, it was a great oppertunity to play up the legitimacy not only of the injury but of my charecter also. I pointed, laughing very loudly and generally saying things like 'this is a punishment, a warning from god!' The faces looked at me in disgust and i feel that it was a suitable use of the situation.

We ended up taking grimm to A&E, he was not in a great condition. It was scary there, people were holding clothing against their mouths and noses, there was a door, where people would come from wearing masks which could remind one of the footage from Japan during the SARS outbreak. It was quite obviously to do with the swine flu pandemic and so it wasn't the most comfortable of places to sit for any period of time. Either way i don't think i have swine flu which is a good thing. Eventually grimms parents turned up, me and john bull then left in his car for home.

On the way back we hit a ridiculous amount of traffic on the M6 due to some road works. At one point i got out of the car, walked up to a cone a kicked it over, getting back in the car which at the time was quite funny. When we passed the workers fairly slowly we played HBK's theme music and 'Real American' whilst singing loudly alond out of the window, quite a few odd looks from them were to be seen.

Aaaaaaaanyway, i'm getting kind of tired which is why this is becoming a little rushed....

Now we move on to my 'job'

Well, it lasted all of 4 days, on the 4th day i was told i needed to make a sale or i was done. Unfortunatly, it seems that telesales is just not for me, i did not make the sale. When the job constantly relies on the ability to lie, exagerate, talk over people and argue i am not so embarrassed to say that i sucked at it. When i read up on the company i worked for on blaggers.com i soon realised that it was a bit of a dodgey outfit anyway and that all of my grievances over the way they operate were well documented and often frowned heavily upon. Selling newspaper ad space, to B&B's which were often fully booked seemed futile, especially that when i got a sale, it fell through because we couldn't send them a copy of the ad we would publish... All in all, i am kind of glad i got the boot, where as i could have continued on with it i would have hated every moment.

Regarding my last blog:

Now here comes the bit where i tell you that my expectations of not plugging or recanting my previous blog were somewhat, exagerated.

I'm not going to go into any more detail on what the issues were with simmons or why i wrote the blog except to say that the issues are now (a few days later) fully resolved and that whilst the problems had became serious, they were not quite as serious as previously made out. Sometimes, the best policy for resolving an issue is making a much bigger deal of it than needed, or at least allowing for that to be done and going with the flow.

Me and simmons do have a great relationship, i love that bastard more than anything and couldn't imagine my life without him, even with him being so far away from me but as with any relationship there are times where frustration plays a bigger part than it ought to and i can say that this mostly was due to the distance and not doing anything together that we could both talk about and share things with, which has led me and him to both retry the MMORPG genre. It may sound silly, but playing games really helps in our relationship... at the end of the day, we're in a long distance relationship and it became a point where most subjects had been spoken about, most lines of conversation had been covered. We would sit and talk about how our days had been, what was going on etc and then the conversation would dwindle into small talk, we didn't do anything together or share any experiences and whilst gaming itself and talking of the game itself does not much help, it does spark conversations, it adds a layer of of conversation we havent had for a few weeks in that we're doing something together, playing with the same people and such.

Anyway, alls good with me at the moment, time to start looking for another job and continuing to make more effort with my partner.

Now it's time for bed, i'm feeling pretty tired, perhaps i will make some edits to my blog tomorrow, but for now, it's too late.