On Friday after work, I don’t go to the gym, but I do go to Scott’s house to see what the situation with his illness is. I don’t mind traveling there on Friday even though it still takes forever, and that’s because I don’t have to work the next day and I have very little to freak out about. In fact, I’m pretty sure that if I didn’t have to work at all ever, I’d be a completely different person: more pleasant, less hard work, happier, with fewer grey hairs at 28.
So I get there and Donnell is also visiting, and we watch a repeat of the Crystal Maze on Challenge TV followed by some music videos (Mr Mister – Broken Wings, Estelle – American Boy, Blink 182 – What’s My Age Again all come to mind), then Scott coughs on me a bit and then I go.
Later in the evening I go over to Matty’s house to watch Frasier followed by The Friday Night Project where Mariah Carey is a guest, and for this visit I’m wearing: Energie jeans (purchased myself), white Adidas Y3 trainers (found in the gym), Gucci watch (present from parents), unbranded green hoodie with Soccer written at the front (borrowed from Scott), navy Ralph Lauren bag (purchased myself).
I like this outfit a lot, because I look like a random 20-something guy in baggy jeans, trainers and a crappy hoodie (all of which look like they cost £23 maximum altogether), but also I’m wearing a very expensive watch and carrying a very expensive bag. I like this combination the best. In fact, if I saw a guy wearing an obscene Bvlgari watch and a tatty old t-shirt and old tracksuit bottoms and crappy destroyed trainers on the tube, I would ask them to marry me.
On Saturday evening I go out for Matty and Nicole’s leaving drinks. As we all know Matty and Nicole are moving to Australia in two weeks. At this event we have lots of my straight friends who I used to work with / live with / go out with when I moved to London. In fact, on Saturday night at times it feels like it’s 2004 again, apart from the soul-crushing feeling of futility and despair, which painfully reminds me that it’s fucking 2008 and I’ll just have to deal with it.
For this event I have coordinated outfits with Matty; we’re both wearing long sleeved blue and white stripy shirts, jeans and deck shoes. I win the ridiculous preppy battle, by also tying a navy sweater around my neck, a look that is copied by at least three people in our group during the evening – possibly taking the piss, but I know that they secretly love it.
After four gin & tonics and some ___ I decide to make a move at midnight, because I’ve started to seriously fancy Niles and Elliott’s 23-year-old straight housemate, and that’s never going to end up well.