April 3rd

I don't even know man... Friday night, I watched Mel Gibson's 'Passion' while pretty much 99% of my friends went to the bad taste party. Priorities. So, after a lot of crying (yes, I am a girl and that movie touches me a lot), I was really tired and was looking foreward to my lovely bed and my pillow and sleeeeeeep. Relaxation. But no. About 30 minutes after I went to bed, I get a text message. Shut up, I know what you want to say. Yes, I should turn my phone off at night, I knooow. But I'm like a mom for my friends and though the chance was rather small, I just knew that Andy would call me at the most holy hour (You can't really say "un"holy hour on good friday, right?) asking me to keep him awake or entertained. And oddly enough, I quite like talking to him. Also oddly enough, I got a text from him at like 2 a.m. asking if I'd like to talk to him. As usual, I said yes, because now that he woke me up I might as well talk to him. So, I text him back saying that he should call. I never call him, because it's free for him to call me, but not the other way around. Hah, I'm all good :)
Anyway, he texts me I should "endure" about 17 steps please. No wait, he didn't say please. I knew instantly what was up. He was in front of my house and since he doesn't want to ring that late, I should come down and open the door for his drunk self. I went to my window to look if he's not kidding me, not seeing anything. No light, no Andy, nothing. I text him "?" and he replies "Well, do you want me to ring the doorbell?". I give up and walk downstairs in my pjs and socks, open the door and... nothing. No Andy. I waited. I just stood there annoyed that he's not coming inside immediately so I can get back to bed. Then, I hear him laughing as he lurches to me from behind the mailboxes next to my door. Ughhh not funny. He looks like crap. I need a second to remember that it was a bad taste party and you're supposed to look crappy. We share a long and wonderful hug and then he counts the stairs as we walk up to my appartment. 20. At 17, he tries to take the last 3 steps all at once, tumbles, looses his balance and if it weren't for me, he would have fallen back down the last 10 stairs! Oooh drunk people...
Anyway he comes in and we fall into bed, because I was soo tired and last thing I ask him before I fall asleep is why he's even here and he says "10 guys are responsible for me getting thrown out of the club. The security guy came over asking me to leave and with the last piece of mind that I had left, I thought it might be healthier to follow him outside. Then, they wouldn't let me back in, so I thought I'll come to you. Took a taxi, cost me 6 bucks, and here I am. Aren't you happy to see me?" --- Needless to say I ignored his last question and proceeded to ask what he had done to get thrown out of the club. "I'll ask someone tomorrow, I can't remember." Yes, he was that drunk. Yes, I let him in my house. And in my bed. .. Geez, what do you expect? He stood outside my house at 2 a.m., where else could he go if I don't let him in? Should I leave him out there? Nooo that's not nice. I'm a nice person, I don't just leave people out on the street!
I slept like a baby, but I do remember that his phone rang a couple of times at night. I woke up, I think he was already awake, and soon after, Helge called to see where he's at. "I'm at Marie's." - "Again? Seriously, she let you in? Make her say something." I said good morning and he let it pass. Haha
He left close to noon, I baked and surprised my mom with bread and rolls when she got up. Oh, and she found out about my easter surprise I had for her. My license. She's my mother, she finds out everything and that just ruins everything, sometimes.