What a stupid weekend!!

It started perfectly - I went to my fella's as per and, for only the second time since I met him, he'd gone to a huge effort for whatever reason - he was in a shirt & jeans, he'd made a huge dinner and he'd bought DVD's he KNEW I'd like (one had Christian Bale in therefore a definite winner). To say I was impressed was an understatement!

As the night went on he got drunker and drunker. He'd polished off a whole 100cl bottle of vodka the night before on his own and it was obviously affecting his stamina tonight. By 9:30 I brought him a pint of water to rehydrate himself so he didn't damage anything. I put it on the table next to him & he kicked it all over me (he swears it was an accident but I'm not so sure). I storms upstairs, quite annoyed, to get changed, thinking he'd be right behind to apologise. Wrong. I hear him pouring himself another glass of vodka & juice. When he did finally come upstairs, I was over the anger and I laughed it off.

10pm came and he could no longer speak, walk etc so we went to bed. I was quietly proud that I'd controlled the situation - hopefully he'd wake up bright & early with a small hangover and we could at least enjoy Sunday.

I celebrated too soon.

1am: he wakes me up by kicking and punching. I thought he was throwing a drunken strop but when I tried shouting at him he didn't respond and soon started snoring - he was still sleeping. Soon after he tries to get outta bed so he could relieve himself, have a smoke etc. As I mentioned earlier, he couldn't walk so he fell over straightaway. His room is full of junk so I can only imagine what he fell onto - glasses, bin, video/DVD cases... he finally managed to get himself back up and tried to walk again, only to fall over again this time onto his weight machine. Obviously, I helped him - he was in no position to attempt the stairs on his own. & yep, he did fall - fortunately on his bum all the way down without dragging me with him. Once again I tried to get some water down him but again most of it ended up on the floor as he couldn't grip the glass properly.

I finally got him back to bed and he slept through until 4-5am when he started being sick... this happened a good 3 or 4 times during the next few hours.

10am... I was still wide awake and he was waking slightly, in a great deal of pain and very hungover. I left him in bed and went downstairs to watch tv. We were expected at his mum's at 1pm so 12pm I woke him up, to which he asked to be called again in half an hour.
This carried on until 12:50 when he finally got up, showered and got ready - we were 20 minutes late.

His mum is a very sweet lady who I have a lot of time for; today she gave me a gift.

A bottle of heavy duty anti-wrinkle cream

Not quite sure how to take that... lol...

I received a text from mum on the way home asking me to get a birthday card for my aunty on her behalf. I bought the best of a bad lot, gave it to mum who responded with the classic "oh right... thank you"

GRRRRRR

So I'm meant to be going back to Damian's tonight after he's had some more sleep but right now I'm more than happy with my own sober company.