Blackout

Well I haven't been keeping up for a minute now, but everything is good. Last week was a very tiring week first of all my best friend came a knocking and I worked four days out of the week at Holland House. I don't think I told you, I work at McDonald Hotel here is Cardiff, everyone who works there call it the Holland House Hotel. I'm guessing they call it HHH because MacDonald sound too similar to McDonald, well I know it sound similar to me. Anyways, yeah, I worked four days out of the week, which is the most I ever worked there in a week since I started last October.

I did not mind it though, because the people I work with are cool. Being around good, fun and down-to-earth people can make you look on the up-side of any crappy situation.

So far this week is ok, maybe because the weekend was great. However, it is only Tuesday, God knows what will happen throughout the rest of the weekend. But OK, back to my great weekend. It was great because it was plain ole relaxing. So Friday, I hung out with my course mates and had a drink at Pen and Wig, which is a cute little local pub in Cardiff, I like the atmosphere there and there is this really cute barman there. However, he was not so cute when he cheated my out my vodka for my vodka cranberry drink. It's not vodka cranberry if there is no vodka in it, Duh. That dude left me with cranberry juice on a night I wanted to get cruked up. So you know I had to let his cute self know.

But OK, that is besides the point, so where was I, alright, I was out with some course mate in the mist of the same ole conversations of dissertation and a few silliness stuff. Honestly, I felt like I was suffocating a bit, which was weird, because the feeling came out of nowhere literally.

So after like two and a half hours chilling with the guys, I had to get out of there. I’m not one to be rude and just bounce on company no matter who they are; even if I like them or not. But I finally found an open door when the fireworks of a fun fair that was happening near my department went off. I actually wanted to go to the fun fare but no one wanted to go and it would have sucked if I’d gone by myself.

Alright, I got all my goodbyes in and headed to meet my flatmates literally across town. I could have easily gone home, but I desperately wanted to shake the suffocating feeling out my system-send that sensation back where it came from.

I finally reached my flatmates and friends and enjoyed a nice Baccardi at another local pub, Cliftons, which honestly was a bit too local for me because the clientele was oh so shaddy for this sista. But as usual, I was amongst great company and the suffocating feeling was long gone before I even reached Cliftons. It was the walk to Cliftons, even though it was dark out, it felt good because I was alone and that happened to be what I needed at the time, weird, I know.

Well, the oddest thing happened while I was in Cliftons, my phone ranged. My phone rarely rings- only a few people have my number. I don't like the idea of being reached by everyone and anyone. I always give out my e-mail address, because then I could decide if I want to reply or send it straight to spam.

So yeah the phone rings, and it is Dee. OK Dee is the guy I rebounded with after my breakup with Steff (yes, this is a guy-Welsh; short for Stefano, I think). Well I am not going to go into the details of the breakup. I will leave that for another occasion. Now Dee is really calling me out of the blue because I thought I did a heck of a job fizzing the relationship out. Guess not cause the he is still calling. It was the regular ole conversation you have with someone you really don't want to talk to but don't want to be rude. So five minutes of the "how are you, how's life and stuff" conversation. So he wants to hang with me and I decline letting him know I am with friends. He then tell me he is going to Creation, which is this horrible club for screaming teenagers I would never dare go back in. I end the conversation with the "have fun, see you later" bit.

Then my phone ring again, it is Alakie, my good friend and coursemate from Kenya, she's with the coursemates I just left, she arrived right after I bounced out of there. She wants to do the same and go dancing. Now see, that is exactly what…

Ohh crap, OK, it is March 28, 2007, and I realize I never finished this piece and I have no idea what happened after Alakie called me. I believe we did go out but I must have gotten really pissed because I can’t remember a damn thing. Sorry…