"I like you but..."

Was the theme of my weekend.

Saturday was T's housewarming. He had gotten it into his head that it would be a quiet gathering, but no - it was rocking until the sun came up, despite the fact that he and his other flatmates went to bed. It became a girl on girl snog fest - me and S was all I recalled myself having partaken in. Flatmate M was seduced by a lesbian with a jealous kung-fu fighting girlfriend, and they swapped dressed, had lots of pashes, then she followed M home like a puppy, whilst I chastised her - she lived in the opposite direction and after all, M is straight. M also recalled the next day having had a snog with R and indeed it was her and P's 6 year wedding anniversary. How charming.

Unfortunately, on Monday night, R insisted that she had a snog with me and not M. I clearly didn't remember and she was offended, much to my amusement.

At one point I dragged S by the hand into T's room so we could have a chat. I can't recall what I said because my head was swimming in a sea of vodka, but it was probably sometime to the effect that I thought she was lovely and I fancied her, to which I got the old "I like you but I can't......" I don't even remember the reason, I tuned out by that point. Maybe it has something to do with her psychotic ex boyfriend who she is on the verge of being tangled up with restraining orders and lawsuits with, and who incidentally, contacted me on myspace yesterday. If I knew better, I would stay far far away, but alas, I don't.

Sunday was spent recovering in the park - the weather has actually picked up in time for August. M was feeling sheepish and nauseas, I was feeling physically injured (cut finger while trying to slice limes and some mystery bruises on knee and elbow), but in good spirits. M swore that she would never drink again and we teased her about swapping dresses with K and being hunted down by above-mentioned kung-fu fighting jealous girlfriend. I felt I had a tame night in comparison.

Monday night rolled around and off we went to the pub. P&R were boring me, but it was occasionally funny to hear them tease M about Saturday night. G eventually turned up and relayed his hectic drink filled week with great enthusiasm. We came second in the pub quiz, got drink vouchers, and stayed until the landlord chucked us out, but only after having tried to convince him to let us stay because as of midnight, it was T's birthday. At some point, E turned up.

As me, M, E, and G walked back towards our flats, G kindly gave M her jumper to stay warm - we therefore convinced them to walk up to our flat, then bullied them into coming in for a drink. Whiskey and wine for three - M was still off the booze, so was slightly bemused by G's drunken advances.

E and I whilst on the balcony sharing a cigarette had a talk that went like this:

E - "normally I would really be going for you - you're cute, clever, funny, nice etc...but"
Me - "Yes...the infamous but...."
E- - "...but you caught me at a difficult time in my life."

At this point, I was completely expecting him to go home when G left, but no, he stayed even though I didn't even ask him to. We stayed up talking shit for a few more hours until I said I had to go to bed. We got into bed, and now typically, stayed up fucking until the sun came up and I had to put a stop to it because I had to get up for work soon.

Why does this always happen on a weeknight? I told him he was a bad influence on me, but he just reversed the statement.

I supposed despite the "I like you but..."s, things could be much much worse.