I had one of the best nights I've had in oh so long last Friday night.
It started out a little bit crappy - I was waiting forever for various trains, I was tired before I'd even begun thanks to a bit of a harsh workday. Sometimes you understand things to be true without even needing them to happen, and I knew in my heart that I would go to bed by 2am, shattered and lame.
Actually getting there involved three trains, a bus and a 45 minute walk. I was befriended by randoms at almost every step and was even feeling cheerful when I finally staggered to the top of the hill and the lovely essexies were not near the stones. I think I was a bit shouty with them though. (Sorry Essexies).
It was (christ, another person to nickname. Shit it) Len's (geddit? Len's... lens... har har har...oh leave me alone!) birthday the next day and thus the reason for the gathering at Stonehenge. Hippie and Boobzilla were also there, along with their friend Poncho, who had a really quite fabulous poncho. We were soon befriended by people who do not need nicknaming as their names were so fucking random. They were from the Forest of Dean, you know. *cries* We were also joined by Len's friend Ginger and her boyfriend Grumpy, plus his friends Dopey and Happy. Happy was a bit fit.
It rained all night. It was so soggy. Like, soggy beyond soggy. What was hilarious was that for the whole night, the bags, booze and drugs occupied prime dryness position in the middle of the tarpaulin, however our arses were generally hanging over the edge onto the grass. A bit dubious on the priorities front, however judging from how wet our stuff actually got, perhaps it wouldn't have made any difference at all.
I made a decision after considering both sides of the shall I/shan't I spectrum, and though I didn't really feel much from this decision, was glad I made it and am looking forward to making it again at some point in the future, now that the initial step has been taken. How very cryptic. Fuck it, I took an E and survived, was only mildly affected due to weakness of pills and would like to experience actual E highness at some point, but am in no rush and will not be developing a smack problem any time soon. It'd be in a similar environment, so might even be Solstice next year ha.
Happy was a nice man and I had developed a teensy crush on him by the end of the evening, even if there was mass drama with Ginger and Grumpy (bless 'em). Breakups and hookups, eh. The hookup was Len's friend Dylan and (oh crap, what's his fucking nickname...) Kittentits. Something about tits anyway.
We eventually slept a little bit but I woke up feeling worse for it, and during a wibbly drive back that involved a hilarious stop in a Little Chef where we were stared at for our facial daubings and Len said the funniest thing I've heard in yonks - "This car needs to be hosed down like a n*****r in the 50s" - we eventually appeared at home and slept like the dead.
Happy birthday, Len. Same time next year?
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