Day 270

I was awoken today at 10 to 6, and therefore had a coughing fit, then again around 8, and also at 9:15 ish. Under normal circumstances, I would be infuriated...but what's different about today?

IT'S THE FIRST ENGLAND MATCH OF THE WORLD CUP AND I AM STOKED!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so excited it was too hard to go back to sleep after being woken up the 3rd time. I was itching to get my new jersey on, and to get face painted up.

I had a had a dream the previous night though, that had me in a happy, but aggravated mood, and so I decided to write a poem. - It's posted on Facebook - Once I finished writing that, I got myself ready, and around 3pm, I headed to Starbucks. Once I had my tea, I drove into Chelmsford to meet Tom and Rebecca.

I parked the car in the first lot I came across, and I walked through a very creepy alleyway I knew I wouldn't be walking through alone after the game. The good thing was, without even knowing, I was just a short - literally like 2 minutes - walk from the pub we were going to. I waited outside in the pub's parking lot we didn't know existed, and they met up with me. The 3 of us walked in to see how busy it was, and a decision was made - not sure why - to eat else where. In a way I'm glad we did though, because we ate on the patio of this beautifully done little italian restaurant, that you wouldn't even know had a bar in the basement! Like a proper club! The journey to the bathrooms alone was amazing. There were mirrors that guided your way through the purple walls. I loved it so much, I took a picture :p I enjoyed a Calamari salad, and had a few nice chats with who I assume was the owner. A little Italian man who lived in Calgary for 12 years. He had a strong Italian accent, and was such a happy guy. After dinner, I painted Tom's face for him, the 3 of us went on a search for a flag, and then back to the pub for the game.

We started off sitting indoors near a crap TV, then decided to move outdoors. We were at one picnic table, sharing with 2 other ladies whose face/arms I ended up painting, and one other lady came over to get her face done as well. Then, as it got closer to game time, and people began filtering in and out, we snuck over to a table right beside the TV. PERFECT! We were so close we could hear the commentary!

The first goal had the place roaring with sound. It was great! Everyone clapping, jumping, cheering and swearing. At half time, we decided to go indoors as it got pretty chilly outside. We stood near one of the better screens, and we were ready for more celebration. Unfortunately Green's mistake, had a completely different reaction from fans. They were still swearing, but this time it wasn't in good taste. They were not happy at all! Neither was I, but I felt bad for Green as they showed the goal over and over and OVER and OVER again. I know he gets paid a lot, but also knowing what it feels like to let a goal in like that...I knew he was beating himself up for it, and would feel bad enough without having the crowd yelling at him and the commentators and media blowing it out of proportion for the next month. Anyway, unhappy about the tie, but happy we didn't lose, we all managed to have a great time. The guy beside me with the horn was getting a bit much, and the chick screaming behind Rebecca was doing our heads in. But I was still exceptionally happy to be experiencing the true atmosphere of the World Cup.

When the game finished, we decided to walk up to a bar. Well...this was an experience. We showed our ID's at the door, and walked into what was quite easily the weirdest place I have ever been. Tom felt the same. For instance...Batman was there. We also saw two girls that we still don't know who they were supposed to be. The DJ...well...he was 4 times the size of me and making really corny, terrible jokes. I think the bartender may have been drunk, a girl with purple hair had her boobs on what looked to be a shelf in her dress. They were just right out there. Tom didn't know how it was possible. The bouncer kicked and broke a pair of sunglasses in the street, there was a guy selling alcohol at the end of the bar, trying to be cool and flipping cups and ice cubes etc, but he kept failing and dropping them...Need I go on? It was insanely weird. One of the girls that walked in was wearing a dress so short, her ass was hanging out the back, and her front bum was quite near. Not long after being there, we decided it was time to leave.

Rebecca and Tom walked me back through the alley, and it's a good thing! At one point, this guy came running towards us, and although he wasn't dangerous or doing any harm, I know that had I of been on my own...I would have been out of my skin. Anyway, we got in the Beast, and I then drove them to where they had parked so that they wouldn't have to relive the creepiness. After dropping them, I continued my journey back to the house.

What happened next is the reason my blog is being posted a day late. It had me angry, upset, hurt, and VERY close to tears. In fact, it started my day today with tears. I pulled up to the house, and there were no outside lights on, and just one inside. Both cars were in the driveway, but they were when I left as well. Stupid me took the lights off, as an indication that they still weren't home from a friend's BBQ. I tried - in the dark, hands full - to unlock the door, and it wasn't working. It was just minutes after 11, and I was making a ton of noise fumbling around with my keys. I tried again and again and am sure I was out there from anywhere between 15 minutes to half an hour. I couldn't get in. I made a few phone calls, but no one was answering their cell phones. I rang the doorbell. Nothing. I called my Uncle's house and spoke to my Aunt. She told me to try calling the house. How silly, I thought. But I did. And sure enough...Tim answered. "Are you not in?" he asked. This is what sent me over the top. DID YOU THINK SOMEONE STOLE THE VOLVO????? I couldn't believe he had locked me out for a second time! And this time, with a key in the door on the inside, which means mine wouldn't go in! ARGH! He finally came down, opened the door, and walked away. Livid, I came upstairs and tried to calm myself down. It clearly didn't happen. I showered, crawled into bed, and eventually fell asleep with it still hurting to know that he really didn't care about me. That, was the end to my nice night out. xx