[Not] All That Jazz |
Never mind. It was a good night out anyway. Except for the extremely uncomfortable chairs. How the heck are you meant to enjoy a show in those chairs? I have quite long thighs so I usually have leg trauma in seats but this time even Jemma - who is only 5'2" - also suffered from bruised knees. But we got the tickets cheap so we didn't complain too much.
The show ended ten minutes later than would have suited us so we missed our 8 o'clock train home. We caught one that took us to Swansea but could we get one the rest of the fifteen minutes to home? No we could not. Unless we wanted to wait an hour and a half! Luckily Ray offered to pick us up. I hate public transport round here. There's going to be a whole heap of complaining going on to Helen Mary Jones over the next couple of weeks. I voted her in to power so she could sort this mess out - so she'd better get it sorted! Grr.
It was Ray and I's one year anniversary yesterday as well. Typical we couldn't spend it together, but never mind cos we get to live together for the next three weeks (I'm house-sitting for my uncle). On this day one year ago I was seeing Fall Out Boy; I doubt I'd see them again. But three days from now, one year ago, Ray and I went out to Pembrey for a walk and ended up vomiting out all the crappy stuff we'd been through; from that day on everything changed. I think I've seen him every day (bar holidays and work) ever since. Funny how life changes. I still can't believe I've dated someone for a whole year. Usually I'm much more fickle.
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