sickie

I met KT at our local last night, having done the usual "why don't you call the lads?" She tried and didn't get an answer - during the course of our first drink whilst she was in the toilet, I sneakily tried them again, and got E but promptly a drunken G also got on the phone and said they were on their way to the pub. Hooray!

They joined us, along with one of their friends, and then the whole of our local friend group turned up. We stayed in the pub long past closing, after I made a deal with the landlord to let us stay if we bought a bottle of wine instead of glasses. Unfortunately, KT was drunken at this point, so it came mostly to me to finish the last bottle. We then stumbled to E & G's flat, where we had a final beverage, before E and I went upstairs. Hands and mouths groping, kissing, succking, but he hadn't a clue where in his mess of a room he might find a condom. That was fine with me because I was by then exceedingly drunk.

We woke up at about 8:30 and I hemmed and hawed about whether to say I would be late to work or to throw a sickie. Eventually I decided on the later, and whilst on the phone in the hallway only wearing a towel, I saw KT and had to contain my laughter when on the phone to work. She tisked me for calling out of work, I pointed and mouthed "what are you doing here?" I got off the phone, we had a giggle in the hallway, she went home and I got back into bed with E, who had advised his work he would be in late due to "bike problems", i.e. laying naked in bed having a pash and a cuddle.

Feeling guilty, I eventually urged him out of bed and got dressed. We had a hug and a kiss goodbye and he cycled off to work, and I met KT for breakfast and gossip swap.

I think I shall be spending the day lounging around the flat, listening to records, and smiling at the lingering man-smell on my skin.