Always on it.

I had such a wonderful day yesterday. All of my friends are home from university for Easter and it's really the first time that we've all been out together in months. We went out 3 'til 3. A 12 hour Easter session, starting at the local pub, then into town. I adore my friends, they are all so special to me in their own way and I know how lucky I am. We have all had long friendships and have been through so much together that sometimes I forget that we are only 19. I don't know how I would have survived recently without them there, dancing with me, drinking with me, laughing with me, crying with me...just generally being with me. I know that the next few months are going to be rough, for a million different reasons, good and bad, but I know that they'll be there to laugh about it all with.

I'll leave you with this little anecdote that I think sums up our lives perfectly...

My good friend Kerry often gets so drunk she barely knows her own name. She doesn't lose control of her limbs, simply her mind. It gets to about 1am this morning and I am having a drink in SJ's after hours, my friend Sam manages to get in as well, she is dragging kerry by the arm and shouts to me "Courtney, I can't deal with her, you're gonna have to take her."

Kerry sits at the other end of the room sulking. The manager of SJ's, Lynne, takes one look at her and says "Out." I'm surprised, Lynne always allows any one of us to stay after, I wonder why she's turned on Kerry. Kerry sits there looking at her, being a dick and refusing to leave, Lynne turns to me and tells me that she had previously kicked Kerry out of the bar for fighting in the toilet. (This in itself is hilarious, Kerry has been in one fight in her life, again, very drunk. She was hit twice at an outside festival, after which she turned to the surrounding crowd, laughing, and said "Have I just been hit?") I drag Kerry out of the bar, embarrassed. I spend so much time there, they are amazing with me, half price drinks and I am always there after hours. I love them to bits. We get in a taxi, Kerry is screaming for the cab to stop a couple of miles from home, the taxi driver is flustered, I am telling him to ignore her. I pay for the taxi and have to explain the exact place she lives as Kerry is now saying "I'm not telling him where I live!".

This morning I wake up and call her. She has no recollection of anything, she came home with no shoes on and no bag. But she did have one thing, a Facebook message off a man saying this...

"Hello, you probably don't remember me, but last night you stole my burger so I stole your phone. If you want it back, you have to give me £3."