jay and i had the house to ourselves this morning. parents off to work, mates nursing a bad hangover from last night's st. paddy's celebration. i'm not irish, no irish blood in me, but the americans for some reason wanted to celebrate it as if they were irish. lol! i guess it's quite a big deal in the u.s. for those of irish and non-irish descent. so house to ourselves until about lunch time. you know we had to take advantage of this opportunity. haha!
rang friends and asked them to shop for some food on their way here. had a small grill-out. that was fun. just relaxed, and then we all went to hove lawns to catch some rays, then on to the beach. it was a relaxing day out. then went food shopping again. the americans will cook dinner for the family tonight. ste and cate were invited as well. i don't know what they'll come up with. they kept joking "hamburger helper". don't know what that is. is it something terrible?
sometime during the grill-out, i was in my room looking for something and mike came in. he just sort of hugged me. tightly. so i hugged him back. i could tell he's near tears. so to lighten the mood, i asked him if he's finally coming out of the closet. LOL! but i realised that this was serious for him so i just hugged him back and kissed him on the forehead. then hugged him again. this is a new side to mike that i'd not seen. he's not an emotional person. he's always joking around. caught me off-guard.
got text from mum. she and dad on their way back. fighting the rush hour. texted them that the yanks will be in charge of dinner tonight. she replied "oh dear. get a few bottles of wine." LOL!!! i don't think she has too much confidence in their cooking. haha!
st. patrick's day celebration mostly in brighton - north laine area and around new road. lots of public urination in the pavillion park. lol! the toilets were just a few meters away. couldn't they hold it until they got to the toilets?! saw some fit lads. chavvy but fit! lots of cocks being waved about. there were these two guys trying to pull brad. he got an offer of a blowjob in the bushes from one of the lads. and fuck me! he accepted! haha! go brad! didn't know he had it in him. i had a crush on him before i met jay, and i soooo wanted to suck him off then. haha! but i'd just been dumped so was quite wary about getting into another relationship. so i convinced myself that he was just going to be a friend. no regrets. he's become a great friend. and besides, he's straight, but i didn't know he veered off the straight path once in a while. oh well. he did just break up with karen a couple of months ago, so maybe he's not had any since. and maybe it was the many pints consumed that night. whatever it was, i hope he enjoyed the service rendered. :)
well, i'd better go and help out with something. i'm not allowed in the kitchen. the meal is supposed to be a surprise. i'll go kick the football around in the backyard maybe. maybe i'll drag mike to waitrose to get some wine. he's got no culinary talent whatsoever. and i'm sure the others would be happy to get him out of the kitchen. lol!
cheers everyone.
oh wait! forgot about the london stuff. did the usual touristy stuff. museums, palaces, parks, the london eye, tour bus, etc. while in line for the natural history museum, ste and i were accused of being yankee twats with fake british accents by these french kids our age, maybe a bit older. it all started with ann making a comment about the cigarette smoke coming from their group. then a little back and forth comments. then ste tried to defuse the situation, and i said something to the same effect. then this french wanker started laughing saying something like "you and your fake british accents, you yank twats" under different circumstances, i would have just popped him in the mouth, but that day, ste and i just lost it and almost died of laughter, and the plonker could not figure out what it was we found so hilarious. then a colleague of my mum who worked at imperial college was passing by, saw me queuing, and said hello to me. i was still laughing at this time. he asked me what was so funny. i told him. i then called the french garçon over and introduced him to my mum's colleague, who then proceeded to tell him that i was most certainly english. this whole time i was looking at mr. garçon and his friends, and they just had this look of scorn towards me and my mates. i'll treasure those looks forever. haha! les wankers! anyway, that was the most exciting non-touristy happening from the london trip.
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