Mother ship boarded a plane bound for the UK last night. I stood at the gate to my new condo in my dress and heels, and balled like a baby for about a minute.
So I called Toad and made him come out for a beer: a few nights ago I had met a group of pepole on the roof of the esplanade theatre, so i made haste and called them up and made for the pub.
Without mother ship coming here with me January 15th would have been very hard. I question my ability to have got on the plane alone and left both the mother ship and father bean upset at the airport. Thankfully mother ship got on the plane with me and held my 26 year old hand like a child. wilst i sobbed into copious tissues about leaving.
Anyway, last night was good if a little awkward, met loads of new people- exchanged numbers and made promises im sure ill not be able to keep.
Will call Bradford physio, Aussie chef and fiance chef, and Aussie P, at some point and arrange a night out.
Toad and I ended up in the pool. Again.
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