Pancake day

Yesterday I helped out at Uni for a visit from a lady interested in our Peer Assisted Learning scheme. A good two hours of chatting and listening. It was nice to leave the house to be honest. Although it dawned on me at the end of my street that the clothes I was wearing were unsuitable for the cold snap outside. Goes to show how little I've had to leave the house recently. Apart from going to work that is.

Anywho, so after my time at Uni I thought, get some food, get some rest and finish the dissertation. Did it go to plan? I would not be hungover if this was the case. Phone lights up (I courteously turned it on silent for the meeting at Uni).. it's Julia! Do I answer, ignore, or call back later? Answer. she asks, if I want to go to a pancake party tonight at Laura's house? Hmm. I'd bought pancake mix with Emma, but alas she wasn't in the most social of moods lately so, I figured - why not? Got another chance to leave the house and socialise. I told myself I would only eat one or two pancakes then head home to finish my dissertation. I meet Julia outside a shop, wine? Of course we need wine. Pancakes without wine, wouldn't be a night with Julia if there wasn't an unusual twist on tradition. We get to the party, scattered around the room on various pieces of furniture are a group of guys I've met, each under embarassingly drunken circumstances, guys I've never met and then the hostess who I know through Julia. Nice mix. Not awkward at all. Wine time. Sat on the floor, chatting away to anyone who'd listen. Watched the boys fight over the power to change the music, and over the best seats in the room. Highly primitive, amusing none-the-less. Julia wandered around chatting to everyone, even making a few pancakes. Some of us were dared to eat huge spoonful's of Golden Syrup. I did it, I survived, but I think this is where Julia turned for the worst. After speaking to some people I had a few insights into my most recent drunken black-out. It appears on that night I amused everyone. That's cool. There was no sex, drugs, or nudity involved, my pride is still intact. But now, Julia appears more and more drunk, to the point where she's ballet dancing to Savage Garden in the middle of the front room. Time to go. Taxi to town to meet the boys. One more bottle of wine, a trip to Noodle Bar to save Julia's stomach from doing something she might regret, and a taxi to Julia's flat so the boys can finally have pancakes. After I helped Julia get dressed (there was nudity involved) and spilt some of the boys pancake mix, I decided I would give up on the day and shleep. And I did. On Julia's futon. Don't know why we didn't go home, but we didn't. So here I am, 7.40pm Wednesday 25th Feb. Dissertation due 12pm Friday 27th Feb. I am tired, slightly hungover and so unmotivated. DO SOMETHING JONES. Before it's too late.


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