Bank holiday weekend

This weekend has been jam packed. Literally. A lot of the time has been taken up by sleeping, admittedly, but still...

On Thursday night, I introduced Louise to my Manchester life by putting a dvd on... that's right, I am that interesting. It was The Usual Suspects though, so all is forgiven, right? I invited Mark round and we had a night of interesting chit chat, sour cream and chive dipping and trying to guess who was the real culprit at the end of the film. I was right. I won't spoil it for any that haven't seen it though......

Friday, we spent the day preparing ourselves for the Warehouse Project. This involved choosing outfits, painting nails and drinking wine. Then finally, after a couple of months of waiting, we were there. And it blew our minds. We danced solidly for several hours then, stumbling out at close to 4am, I promptly decided that we should have chips. We didn't. We had salt and vinegar hula hoops instead. But they helped all the same.

Saturday came around and at midday ish we stumbled out of bed and had a pretty fantastic sausage, tomato, cheese and mushroom omelette. Then we did pretty much nothing. We watched some scrubs, went to the shop to get sweets and caught up on some much needed sleep. Before too long we were back at Store Street and the beat was pounding in my chest and my throat and I've got to admit, I felt better than I had in a long time. I felt totally euphoric. I was rammed up against the girl in front of me and shoved back against the guy behind me and although it was hot and sweaty and the air was thick with smoke it was the most incredible few hours. I danced for much of it with a guy who had taken a liking to my mad arm waving/finger pointing and Louise and Mark danced together right next to me. I caught Lou's eye several times in the night and our identical grins said it all.
As we crawled into bed at 5am on Sunday morning, Lou leaned across and kissed my cheek and thanked me for the best birthday present ever. It was. And it wasn't even my birthday.

On Sunday night, we headed to the Orange Grove for a chilled out night. We talked about nothing but music and the festivals and events we wanted to go to within the next 2/3 years. Disappointed that we were missing Sunday night and Pendulum at the Warehouse Project, we decided that we were going to give Global Gathering and/or Creamfields a try. Although not the greatest camper in the world, GG07 are offering an amazing line up and nothing short of a natural disaster hitting Stratford-Upon-Avon is going to stop me.

Finally, here we are on Monday night (actually Tuesday morning) and we've recently arrived back from Mark's flat where we played Buzz Quiz on PS2 (I lost) and Tennis and Bowling on the Wii (I won). It has been a weekend of discovery (new friendships for some, renewned friendships for others, new music, new lifestyles, new cultures, new cities etc etc etc) and I've honestly enjoyed every single second of it. Louise is moving to Manchester permanently in a couple of weeks and I'm looking forward to what lay ahead for us.