Crappy Birthday
Friday: Left ABplus & got absolutely hammered, I was first taken to the White Swan for a couple of pints, then we moved to Equator after finding The Wellington was closed where the most of my braincells were killed off. I was very very drunk & remember making comments I would never dream of saying when I'm sober. At least I got back in one piece.
Saturday: I'm lucky to not have hangovers of a morning, but that was where most of my luck ends on that day. Richard is doing a club night on the 8th of July & the guy coordinating it couldn't be bothered to come around on the week before when he was supposed to. So on my special day infact our special day as it was mine & Richard's 1st anniversary for a large portion of the day involved us not being couply & me being on my own, as Richard was having to play him his set & he knows how much techno music drives me insane,. I was relegated to my vegetable garden, where I discovered to my horror half of my garlics, most of my onions & all of my carrots trampled now dead after a stupid lame assed tree surgeon decided rather than take the wood that he cut down the path he decided to walk over my plot instead. Rich tried to make up for it by doing nothing out of the ordinary & snuggling on the couch to watch Buffy, which was nice I guess but it didn't feel like well like a celebration that we had been together, or that it was nothing but a normal day.
Sunday: We went hiking up the Clent Hills which was more like what I would have had in mind for my birthday. He did it to make up for it & in a way it did but I was still left feeling why couldn't we have done it yesterday? Why couldn't he have postponed the rehearsal of the set, after all he was let down & it was at Richard's inconvenience last time & this time. I wish Richard had noticed earlier & made something special on the actual day rather than trying to make up for it, as it is always a let down as it is a consolation prize when all is said & done. I enjoyed the cake which lasted us three days it was chocolate full of happy hormones, though not enough to concur my mood though.
I think the moral of the story is I'm not over the depression & if Richard & I are to enjoy special events like this in the future, although we are more for the spontaneity, to actually plan it & get disappointed that it hasn't gone to plan rather than leave it to spontaneity & get all upset that some inconsiderate person ruin our day, as the person in question knew it was a special day for me/us. Sorry for sounding like a selfish kid, but it really got me down, when I thought I was getting over it.
Well everything is back to normal. Rant over.
Saturday: I'm lucky to not have hangovers of a morning, but that was where most of my luck ends on that day. Richard is doing a club night on the 8th of July & the guy coordinating it couldn't be bothered to come around on the week before when he was supposed to. So on my special day infact our special day as it was mine & Richard's 1st anniversary for a large portion of the day involved us not being couply & me being on my own, as Richard was having to play him his set & he knows how much techno music drives me insane,. I was relegated to my vegetable garden, where I discovered to my horror half of my garlics, most of my onions & all of my carrots trampled now dead after a stupid lame assed tree surgeon decided rather than take the wood that he cut down the path he decided to walk over my plot instead. Rich tried to make up for it by doing nothing out of the ordinary & snuggling on the couch to watch Buffy, which was nice I guess but it didn't feel like well like a celebration that we had been together, or that it was nothing but a normal day.
Sunday: We went hiking up the Clent Hills which was more like what I would have had in mind for my birthday. He did it to make up for it & in a way it did but I was still left feeling why couldn't we have done it yesterday? Why couldn't he have postponed the rehearsal of the set, after all he was let down & it was at Richard's inconvenience last time & this time. I wish Richard had noticed earlier & made something special on the actual day rather than trying to make up for it, as it is always a let down as it is a consolation prize when all is said & done. I enjoyed the cake which lasted us three days it was chocolate full of happy hormones, though not enough to concur my mood though.
I think the moral of the story is I'm not over the depression & if Richard & I are to enjoy special events like this in the future, although we are more for the spontaneity, to actually plan it & get disappointed that it hasn't gone to plan rather than leave it to spontaneity & get all upset that some inconsiderate person ruin our day, as the person in question knew it was a special day for me/us. Sorry for sounding like a selfish kid, but it really got me down, when I thought I was getting over it.
Well everything is back to normal. Rant over.
posted by sleepyowl at 12:44 PM
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