One of the lads.....

Yes, here I was again. Sitting in a bar in an Angelic Bar past midnight. Having spent a glorious night with the friendlyist friends anyone could meet. As is my 'burden' in life, I was in the 'last to leave' crowd. Wedged on a sofa between Drunken Man 1 and Drunken Man 2, supping the last of our corona. Fighting the urge to have "just one more for the road"!

DM2 turned to me and said:

"You're really one of the lads, bet you have loads of male friends don't you"

*MC's life flashes before her eyes*

SHIT..... I had forgotten that I am one of the lads........but all my male friendships had fizzled out over the years.

-The university crowd had drifted away
-Left a lovely crowd of them in the Midlands, only seeing them when I return home
-Moonface got several of them in the 'divorce'


I had completely forgotton that I'm in my ELEMENT when I'm being a lad, I am content to get absolutely obliterated and make a complete and utter fool of myself, to be reminded at our next outing that I was "so funny when..."

There's always a different perspective in the boy's crowd.....PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER. There's a sense of safety in being a lad......no more girlie insecurities and introspections.....just pure....unadulterated...LAD.....ette!

"DM1:OK I'll stay for another drink, what are you gonna offer me if I stay.....fnar...fnar"
"MC: Shut the f**k up your pissed"

"DM2: I've got a prince albert yer'know?"
"MC *wincing*: are you f**king insane?"

"DM1:Your too boney-get some fat on yer"
"MC: Which is it....you just said my spare tyre wobbled when I laughed?!"

By the way, has anyone seen DM1? Last seen on a tube platform having missed the last train home proclaiming.......

"NIGHT BUSES GO EVERYWHERE....DON'T THEY?"