Answer me this.

The pub quiz was a fund raiser for my niece’s school's PTA. Disappointingly, it seemed that only my sister brought along extra people. The only other representatives were the PTA itself. They weren't the only ones in the quiz - it was a public bar, so plenty of non-associated people were there, so the numbers were good.

One of the PTA members was this super cute, petite, blonde woman, who looked roughly my age and drew my attention for a good portion of the evening, until I saw the wedding ring. Shame.

The quiz was great fun. I always enjoy a pub quiz. I'm not bad at them, but it's a team effort and we managed to come second, losing out on first place on the penultimate question. Still... 

Doing the do.

I dreamed of K last night. I don't know what prompted it, but in the dream, we never drifted apart after sleeping together and instead formed a great FwB thing. We'd visit each other every few months and do what FwBs do, and it was all very chill and fun.

There didn't seem to be a point or a conclusion to the dream. I woke before anything like that happened, if it was even going to, but my sleep quality last night was awful.

Great success!

Well, the good news is that I am hangover-free this morning, despite drinking from 3 PM until midnight, and having several sambucas and tequilas, courtesy of my nephew.

I'm still muggy in the head and I am literally only awake about 30 minutes. I'll need a lot of coffee today, and despite my lack of hangover, I'm still glad I took today off work.

I was also a little apprehensive about the party. The last time my sister hosted a party, I spent the entire evening feeling out of sorts: lonely and a couple of other, vague, unidentified feelings. That didn't happen this time around, and the party was great, so all-in-all a great success.

Cheers!

Double birthday party today and it's going to be a very drunken affair. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, though I do have the day off work, just in case. I can't remember the last time I was drunk, properly drunk, not just tipsy drunk. The last time I was tipsy drunk was probably out with KfW2 for lunch and drinks a few months back.

But otherwise, I've not drank that much alcohol this year nor have I been out a lot. 

Who dis?

I was lying in bed this morning, browsing Reddit when I came across this picture: 

It's someone called Ava Moore, but I know nothing more than that other than she looks very pretty and gives me vibes of someone I know, but can't put my finger on.

Let's go.

Despite work being an absolute clusterfuck at the moment, I've just signed off for a long weekend. None of it is my fault, I was just managing the solutions, and I've left those in other, capable, hands.

After my trip to see Superman yesterday, I had toyed with going to see Fantastic Four today, but apathy has kicked in. I have a double birthday party to attend on Sunday, which might get messy, hence the day off on Monday. But it should be fun. 

Is it a bird?

I'm just back from seeing the new Superman film. It's not bad. Rachel Brosnahan is lovely though.

Planning ahead.

I think the loneliness is really kicking in at the moment. There are some social things happening soon, though not all of them are going to be "meeting new people" events. There is a pub quiz and a work thing, though the work thing will probably be spent most just bantering with Quiet Girl. I've not seen anyone at work in a long time who has piqued genuine interest.

There is, of course, Quiet Girl's friend, though I don't know if she's going to be in attendance this year nor can I say for certain that her interest was real, or if it was a drunken dream that masqueraded as a memory. And I don't know if I'm intrigued because of the uncertainty or if I am genuinely interested. I don't think I am. At least not in dating. Maybe something physical/casual? I don't know.

August is looking very quiet. I have extremely tentative plans with KfW2, but that's it, and I can't arrange anything until she comes home from holidays at the end of the month.

Wanderlust.

More desire, of a sort. Wanderlust has returned, presumably as a result of watch the video below: 24hrs Flying First Class from Australia to England. Partly driven by a desire to see E again, and possibly London Girl (see, I'm already semi-planning the trip in my head). And I'd love to do it first class, but do you know how much that would cost? £15,000. Fifteen grand! 

I wish I had the money where I could spend £15k on flights alone and not have to worry about anything.

Desire.

For some reason I woke up this morning with this desire to have a reunion of sorts with some Primary School friends. Only six people, though, including myself. The others consist of two guys (G and OSF) and the three women would be three women that I've blogged about before: one who reminds me of Cristin Milioti, a elfin-faced brunette woman (who was probably my first crush) and an athletic blonde (that everyone else seemed to crush on).

I've not seen any of the women in at least 20 years beyond Facebook posts from the latter two, but I have a gut feeling that it'd be a fun night out.

And I can't underestimate how strong this feeling was for the reunion. And before USHW pesters me elsewhere, no, I won't be reaching out to the women. I don't have contact details for OSF. I might give G a call though. It's long overdue. 

Heh.

I was trawling through some old emails earlier. I was looking for something related to FA2, though I can't actually remember what it was now. But I came across an email conversation with USHW that involved me making animal noises, which brought a smile. I'll not share the context.