I had such a nice day yesterday. Ben was supposed to work, because he works eeeevery day. Two jobs and all that. But he hadn't had a day off in three weeks, and I had the day off, so he pulled a sickie. :) He went out and bought bacon, sausages, eggs and toast for breakfast and I cooked it while he read the paper. And I learned how to fry an egg. It's pretty sad that I didn't already know how to do that.
We went to his so he could shower and I drank tea and ate toblerones with his mum. She's batty, but I adore her. Our plan for the day was to get on a train and get off at every stop and wander around. Stop and take a picture on each platform making funny faces under the sign. Buuut instead, we went to Brighton to meet his sister. She's dating this crazy weird asshole creepster, so naturally we went to his house. Luckily, he has pets....I was in heaven. He has a staffie named Donald and I was glowing with joy. GLOWING. I had this stupid goofy grin on my face and I just ignored everyone and got some major animal therapy. He also has snakes. I love them, they're slippery creepy slithery weird things, and they feel so cool winding around you. How can I be so afraid of spiders, but snakes are fine?( Read more...Collapse )
Ben and I left to catch our train but we had some time, so we went to the weirdest. pub. ever. We were both so stoned and felt like we were lucid dreaming. He turned to me and said "There's a character from Grease at the other end of the bar". My jaw dropped and I shouted "Kenickie!!!" at a guy wearing a leather jacket, white t-shirt, slicked back hair and tight jeans. There was a tall, ageing Barbie with fake boobs and nails, a full on cowboy with boots, hat, belt, buckles, everything. And a dance floor filled with old men busting out James Brown foot wiggles. I told Ben we should go dance with them, he refused so I went on my own. I was on the dance floor less than 20 seconds before I cleared the whole thing. One man actually looked at me, went AH! and then rushed away to sit down. I am a dance floor bomb. It was fucking hysterical.
I wish I had gotten a better picture of Kenickie.
Also, on a different note...we went camping.
We are the best tent builders ever! ( Read more...Collapse )