Our softball game yesterday was good. The park was completely packed and it was very difficult to find a place to play. We ended up sharing a field that really should have held one game with two other games. We ended up with our outfield containing a couple of massive trees and a hill. At least this kept the game somewhat contained. The other team was good fun and we had a lively, entertaining, casual game. Usually games go for three innings. At the end of three innings, we had won, 26-19. However, since everyone was enjoying themselves, we decided to go for an extra inning and so we lost, 28-31. But since we were only supposed to play three innings, I think we won.
During the game I was getting called on my mobile. It turned out to be my friend R who is the way back when ex boyfriend of new flatmate C. When I met them, it was R+C, but that was 12 years ago. They had a rather bitter breakup, but I managed to stay in touch with both. R lives in Crewe with his girlfriend and their three year old daughter. I don't see them often, so when he asked if I wanted to meet up since he had be redirected through London for the night I agreed. We met up at Oxford Circus and went to dinner around there. I noticed that the restaurant was clearing but was still stunned when R said it was quarter to midnight. We left and I got the night bus back home, not arriving at my house until after one. It was good to catch up with him.
I am however, currently exhausted. Which isn't going well with my nerves, or the fact that Mr.Aloof suggested we meet up south of the river at eight (meaning there is no way I will be home before midnight, if I even go home at all) or the fact that I think my hair is a big poofy mess. I just want to go to sleep. It is currently the overriding thing on my mind.
How pathetic is that?
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