The weekend was great. I pigged out at the Chinese restaurant, as I predicted. Saturday we went to a surreal party at a friend of Dave's - Justin. Well it wasn't really surreal, it was just bizzare to be around so many people who were totally wasted. It was really good actually and the food and punch was fab. And I succeeded in not spewing in their front lawn. Dave and I slept out on the lawn to keep our reputation on-going. Ever since we slept outside the first time we got off with each other at Jane's party in Northampton, everyone's associated us with sleeping outside. Well, Dave does like doing that sort of thing a lot.
Sunday morning there was a massive spider in Justin and Sarah's bathroom. I jumped. I know I like spiders, but sometimes they just surprise me and I get that feeling they're going to jump on me Arachnaphobia style. I mean, when they're little I'm more than happy to pick them up and chuck them out the window or leave them hanging on the ceiling, safe in the knowledge that they aren't going to kill me while I sleep, but this biiiiiig spider just had this air of being a murderer. But I still managed to brush my teeth and get changed in front of the spider. I just wouldn't want to have to move it. I think my love and dislike of spiders is bizzare. Maybe I'm just in denial about my arachnaphobia. I think I'm going to have to hold a tarantula or something!
Right, I'd better get on with doing something. Let you know how things are going either if I get some time or if nothing's happening.
