…as public as the stars in the sky…

Andrew was going to have a birthday party on Friday, he explained to me on our last night in France, but his friend was also throwing a party on that day and got the word around before him (unintentionally). He didn’t know what to do and already had everything planned, so he decided he would throw a party for people who went on the french trip and an actual birthday party for his friends on the following Friday.

I have never danced so much in my life. I don’t even dance; I’ve been told so many times that I lack moves and rhythm that I don’t tend to give anybody the opportunity to point it out. But I danced with everyone and loved it. It didn’t help that Andrew kept telling me I’ve got moves, which made me bring them more. Whether he was lying or not, we’ll never know but I had fun.

The following morning, I woke early with everyone else and, like every single morning-after in France, I felt fantastic. Even when totally wasted, I make a point of drinking many, many glasses of water before I sleep and I wake feeling so freaking alive. Actually, I felt kinda blissed out as I made my way to Robbie’s. The weather was freezing but I had a jumper, a hoody and my coat on. My hood of the hoody was up, with my straightened hair spilling out of the sides, and I had my massive holdall with sleeping bag in. It must have looked like I was running away or something.

If people looked at me strangely, I didn’t notice; I was lost in daydreams as I walked round Liverpool, searching for the train station. It felt kinda like my brain was in a protective bubble; ignoring the cold and any worries that had plagued me over the past week. I kept coming out of daydreams and being constantly surprised that I was nowhere near where I was before. I vaguely wondered if somebody had slipped something into my drink that night. I just felt so calm and unaffected by anything and when I rang Robbie, it felt like I hadn’t spoken at all in forever. I didn’t need to, I was lost in my own head. Call it crazy…

Robbie’s family took part in Earth Hour (although they still watched a film. It’s the thought that counts, clearly!) so his house was plunged into darkness for an hour. It was like being in a powercut but an intentional one, which was rather awesome. We took torches into the garden and lay under blankets on the trampoline, looking up at the stars – which were brighter than usual and looked strangely like small bulbs screwed into the sky. I guess nobody up there got the memo about Earth Hour. When they were covered by a blanket of clouds, we made shapes out of those and lay there, laughing and chatting about anything and everything.

It’s just moments like those, y’know.