Spontaneity

I was in store for the usual evening of nothingness. Your average Wednesday night, returning from nets and sitting here, in this same old bedroom, listening to the same old playlist, talking to the same insomniacs who keep me company. I don't know if I was in a good mood or not. Somewhere in between joyous and down in the dumps. 50%.

Until a little-known friend popped up on chat. Mr.Field celebrated his birthday a few days back, and despite only meeting me twice, invited me out for a few drinks in the student-filled Wednesday night in B-Town. Usually, I'd weigh up the pros and cons, knowing I was going out with just one person, of who I knew little, with money needing to be saved and seeing as it was already 11.30pm, my usual answer would of been a straight and quick, "thanks but no thanks".

Why I found myself stone cold sober, in a taxi, heading for the High Street, at near midnight is beyond me, but as I sat in this very same spot, contemplating another night of the same old stuff, I decided to take a chance. University is going to be similar for the first few weeks, so let's get a small taste of it. Spontaneous nights are either amazingly good, like Les Miserables in its hayday, or outrageously bad, like one of Cristiano Ronaldo's dives. This night was closer to a dive than a hit musical, but I don't regret going out I don't think. I saw a few people I knew, as you do, and had a few JD and cokes, (paid for by Mr.Field, as promised), and came home again. I didn't spend a single penny on drinks, and about £10 for taxis. I even found a £2 coin on the floor, which meant I was only £8 down for an evening. Generally, you can't complain.

However, at 3.25am, I find myself exactly where I didn't want to be 4 hours earlier. Sitting here, listening to Take That, doing nothing in particular. I have accepted 2 games for the weekend, where I will no doubt be in a spate of tiredness from the hedgehog-esque sleeping pattern I always seem to fall into, and to be honest, life seems to be just drifting. No pattern to it, or routine, just waiting for September. I had a moment of ambition earlier aswell. After netting with Southill, as I usually do on Wednesday, I batted well and had a brainwave. Southill play at a better standard than Bedford, and I seem to be handling these guys well. Move on the cards? I had a discussion with 'Swanny', who seems to think I'm automatically moving, but do I really want to? I'm not sure... I'll be making someone angry anyway!

Why is it that alcohol is a, "depressant"? Man, I need to quit the stuff! (No alcoholism, I promise!)