hey all... hope everyone is well... once again i am going to apologise for not updating this sooner... but i am still waiting on brother to get my computer at home up and running... scooter lol....so everything with me and my wonderful sexy man is going great... he got a year older last friday... and boy was he a mess that night. He said he got to the pub at about 3 that afternoon... i got there between 5:30 and 6... and he was already a bit pissy... swaying back and forth and starting to slur. But it was a great night... he spent maybe all of $20 all night due to the fact that every single person in the pub bought him at least one drink... gotta love people in small towns.... and a few even bought a couple of shots to go with it. so by the time it hit 9, he was well and truly smashed.... but surprisingly still standing... and he stayed that way till about 12 when my best mate, who just happens to be a barmaid at the pub, told him no more shots... i stood and watched as my happy drunkard of a boyfriend suddenly turned against everyone... we were all out to get him just coz he couldnt have any more shots... he was allowed to keep drinking... but he wanted more shots. Not being able to get them, he stormed out... before coming back in to tell me he was leaving, then he stormed out again.... only to come back inside as he was out of ciggies and needed change for the smoke machine. He gets his change all the while swearing at karla... but it turns out he is 10cents short but doesnt realise til the machine spits his money out twice (and i think one of the other patrons kindly told him), finds the extra money in his wallet, gets his smokes... and storms out once again. Meanwhile i am standing at the bar, drink in hand, wondering whether i should laugh, or shake my head.... Karla knocks off work and i finish my last drink just as she starts her first. I told her i would love to stay and drink with her.. but the love of my life is wandering around outside drunk as all f*#k and i had better go find him. It doesnt take me long... he was waiting across the road in the park on the swing... finishing his can of beam. He starts going off again... at this point i hear silence from the campers in the caravan park who are on the opposite side of the fence. I listen to him patiently, ranting and raving, swearing, and try to make him sense... at least enough to calm him down and get him home to bed. But everything i say just sets him off louder. I finally gave up and told him that if he wasnt gonna listen then i was leaving...and thats what i did.. left him on the swing while i headed back to his. I swear that i could hear the campers having a quiet laugh at us as i walked away. Make a long story a bit shorter.... we get back to his, sort everything out, have great sex, sleep, have more sex, more sleep and everything is great. And i love him even more than ever..... awwww how soppy i can hear you all saying. but its the truth.....
But enough for now... i will update you on everything else... probably next weekend... so until then..............................
