Weekend in Glasgow
I have been in Edinburgh doing some work, and since this was the case, I decided to make a wee trip through to Glasgow and see some folks there. Of course, I was much too disorganised to get around to emailing or phoning anyone, so in the end I didn’t end up seeing very many people at all.
By coincidence there turns out to be no less than four people I know from Amsterdam now living here; Katie of course, as well as Sean and Kerry from the Sláinte and Kerry’s boyfriend Benjy. A very strange experience it was, seeing them all in a completely different country.
Aside from those lot, I caught up with Danny (who has OU exams next week, good luck!), and my pal Martin from back in my GSA days. Martin and his wife Sarah now own no less than two flats in the Southside – this makes my own situation seem a bit pathetic, really; still renting a tiny room and studying.
I ended up drinking far too much during the weekend, of course, and it has made me come to the realisation that I need to get a hold of myself and start growing up a little. Most importantly, I need to get myself out of the mindset of thinking, “yes, I’ll go through to Glasgow and get as pissed as possible for the weekend, it’ll be a great laugh!”. I’m twenty-eight now, and it’s time I started acting like it.
I always lived in dread of having these kind of thoughts when I was younger, but I suppose that this was because I could never forsee a time when I wouldn’t enjoy getting wrecked and making an arse of myself. At the end of the day, though, something is only worth doing as long as you do enjoy it; after that, it’s just going through the motions. When that happens, it is time to make a change.
