Thursday, August 23, 2007

Imagine if you were me

It's a Saturday morning, you're feeling pretty dandy after avoiding the pub on the Friday evening. The phone rings, it's two old uni mates speeding towards your house

"Morning Fuckhead, the army is fed & watered and we're in WAAALES!"
"Cool, I'm gonna get breakfast then I'll come and meet you"

Before heading out, you double check you've got the tickets for the match and ensure that your shoes are tied tightly (you'll be unable to do much about that later). You have your breakfast, gathering a few troops of your own and then head out to meet the visitors.

"Hello fuckhead, good to see ya"
"Yeah yeah, come on... the pubs are opening soon"

Your two mates are fully aware that they're being taken to the heart of Welsh rugby, the Millennium stadium, to watch Wales v Argentina, they deliberately wear their cleanest, whitest, England jerseys - thinking it might be a good idea. Many Welsh heads are shaking with disapproval, and that's before we've even got into a pub. Within the first hour, five rounds of drinks have been bought - they're all Guinness.


"What are the village-burners doing here?" Enquires one red supporter, he's joking but he holds a straight face remarkably well. The English lads take it in their stride and are actually quite enjoying the attention they're getting. You make your way into the stadium, more people chuckle at the two white shirts amongst the sea of red - more beers are ordered and the game commences.


Your memory starts to get a little fuzzy, the game is won by Wales, your voice is starting to crack from the singing and shouting, you've been magically transported to a pub about a quarter of a mile away from the stadium. There's a little bit of sick and the magic carpet whisks you on another mile away again. After yet another blackout it's the morning, your burps lead you to believe that you ingested chinese food, jagermeister and a couple of dead hamsters at some point in the evening. Despite the pain, you're up early enough to get 'early-bird' tickets in the cinema, you watch the Bourne Ultimatum, the fast-moving film makes your already hurting head almost explode - but you love it.

You decide to get out of the city and head to the beach. Your mates' jerseys aren't so white any more - the stains of differing colours will be tough to get out, you thank a higher power that your country plays in red.


You set up a tent right by the dunes - the noise of the Atlantic waves crashing against the beach on the other side is more than soothing. The barbeque is fired up and more beers are opened... this is heaven. A nice bit of undercooked meat is followed by a mile walk up to the only pub around, you play pool and actually play surprisingly well considering you couldn't even talk 24hrs previously. After a nice evening, where there was even a gorgeous sunset - you snuggle down in the tent, wedged in between two air-beds (because you thought you didn't need one) occupied my two very smug-looking blokes.

You awake early Monday morning, you're surprisingly comfortable considering the only thing between you and the hard ground is a thin bit of plastic. You doze off again. Five minutes later you wake up with a jump and announce "My feet are getting wet". You now realise why you were so comfortable, there's about two inches of water under the tent - and there's a small stream filling up a puddle which has appeared in the porch area. Shit. You wake the others up, they decide to make a cup of tea - you decide to go for a surf.


It's PISSING down with rain, there's only four other surfers in the water and you're practically skipping down the beach because you're so happy. You paddle out into the waves and through onto the calmer water, where you sit for ten minutes - just soaking up the atmosphere. The rain is lashing down into the sea, it's actually warmer sitting here than standing on the beach, the sky is grey and everything looks so dramatic. One way the sea stretches out to the horizon where it meets the sky, grey on brown doesn't sounds like a nice contrast - but it makes you smile. In the other direction the waves are breaking onto miles of sand, the sand turns into dunes and behind the dunes the hills rise up towards the sky... the best thing about it is that you're just calm. Energised by the scenery and the thought that you could have missed this by being fast asleep, not to get up for another hour to go to work - you go about catching some waves.

After a surf, you run back to the tent to see how the boys are getting on with their cups of tea. The puddle has turned into a lake and there's now a very large amount of water feeding it from the higher ground in the rest of the field.


As keen as you are to stay and miss work, you decide it's better to get back to Cardiff and have a shower. Three of you shiver your way back to your house, and warm yourselves up with more hot drinks and showers. You make it into work for mid-day... a little late, but you don't really care at all. You've just had another amazing weekend.

6 Comments:

At 2:17 pm, Blogger Clearlykels thought it was best to say...

Geez-- that was your weekend. What a whirlwind!! Craziness... it sounds like you had a lot of fun and that you know how to create memories or forget them in your pint. I love it... and the stories! I'm off to New York City this weekend... let's hope for a bit of the same for me.

 
At 6:17 pm, Blogger Goo thought it was best to say...

Sounds like great fun!

I had to check out your blog after Neal nominated you as a character for a Blog-Lib (aka Mad Lib). Apparently you and I have a great adventure in the park. It's up now if you would like to see, but I'm too lazy to link to it.

I'll be sure to come back and visit.

 
At 10:25 pm, Blogger Neal thought it was best to say...

That sounds like a wonderful weekend indeed.

 
At 12:07 am, Blogger Melissa thought it was best to say...

That does sound like a good time! Curses to work for interfering with a lovely morning, though.

 
At 3:05 am, Blogger moonchadz thought it was best to say...

i was stuck in bed with a fever of 39.9 from Salmonella, I think you win by far!

 
At 12:40 pm, Blogger Wierdo thought it was best to say...

Can I have your life please.

Although...I did get to play with lego this weekend...

 

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