Something

A bit funny; a bit drunk? Or just high, something.

At work almost every month there is an open bar party that's always quite good. I don't go that much but I was getting into this one. I secured an Amsterdam trip. I drank. I moved around people. I was NEVER very comfortable. I was ALWAYS an outsider, alien woman dancing. But I enjoyed it a bit.

I went home at 9... only to find that my beau had come, and left.

Now I am sad. He would of not liked to see me with all these drinks up my nose. I have badly behaved twice, enough to shake his patience. But this time, I was not there at all. That is because HE was early. And he left. Went back to his neck of the woods, so far it's almost off the island as far as I'm concerned.

So, what was to be a happy making up after a bit of tipsy fighting turned out to be a big alone, home time.

I'm still happy that i am home. Just have nobody to hug now.


Amourx.