Back to the Hash

I love it when my phone rings at exactly 1 PM.  There's only one person it can be...

We talked about his job (he's frustrated), and when I got tired of that, moved it on to talking about how it's pointless when he wins the argument, because although he salvages his pride, he loses so much more than that.  He admitted he was cheating on his girlfriend...I don't even get the point of it anymore. Oh well, it's not for me to understand, but he still seems to love to talk to me about anything and everything, and I do find him amusing.  Much more interesting than my work day, anyway!

In the evening, I decided to head out to the hash, since it was in Clapham, and I had a good sense that Matt might be there, since it's close to where he lives.  I was running late, and so jumped off the bus a bit early and decided to just dash across Clapham Common to find everyone, an easy task since they were making so much noise outside the pub!

It was funny, because as I approached the group, I had to make a choice about whether to go right or left around a fence.  For some reason, I chose to go right, and was rewarded when I saw a familiar silhouette lit up in the shadows.  Hoping I got it right, came right up behind him and hugged him, and was greeted with the most wonderful expression of sheer delight.  It was like I had been telling the Rae sisters on Saturday, there's nothing quite like those people who think you are more wonderful than anyone else, and they think the same back about you.

As soon as I was recognised however, I found myself pulled into the circle for a down-down, I think just because everyone was so excited to see me.  Once again, so nice to be welcomed back so warmly, why I love showing up places like this, as it's so great to have so many people so thrilled to see you.

Once I escaped the circle again, Matt immediately wrapped his arms around me, and we stood like that for the rest of the circle, just so excited to be together again.  Matt kept saying to me with delight, "You're my absolute favourite person in the world, you know that?"  The sentiment is very much returned.

Finally the circle broke up, and Matt and I walked back to the pub to get drinks, I got another surprise.  Devo was back!!  Really great to see him, and there were lots of hugs all around, and I was thrilled to learn that the plan was for him to move back in October.  My favourite fellow New Yorker has been missed!

Got back to the pub, and while waiting for Matt to make a phone call, ended up chatting with others, but getting kind of weirded out, as some of the guys were making pretty blatant comments about my chest.  I mean, I've always known I've got a bit more going on there than a lot of girls, but tonight the guys really seemed to be going at it.  And the worst was, I couldn't figure out why, as I was just wearing a relatively high-necked t-shirt.  Totally bizarre, and once again showing that I have no idea what men find attractive!

Anyway, before too long Matt came back and was able to just go back to talking to him, Cookie, and some South African guy.  Eustace, I think he said his name was...

We mostly ended up talking about the Olympics, and how awesome they had been.  Matt asked, "Why can't we have the Olympics every year?"  Princess chimed in, "How much did they say the budget over-run was per person?  £150?  I'll happily pay it to have them back again!"  It was just this total love-fest about how much we'd loved the Olympics, and how sad we were that they were over now!  Five years of planning, and it was all over so quickly...

I walked back to the Tube with Matt and Roofie, and with promises to see Matt at the Beerathon on Saturday, headed home with Roofie.  We ended up talking a lot about our respective ACL injuries, and I reassured him that my recovery had been so quick only because I'd been lucky, I hadn't had the extent of injuries that he'd had.

We then got talking about building up leg muscles, and suddenly he was commenting on my legs, and getting other people on the Tube carriage commenting on how strong and muscular my legs were.  It was the weirdest night for objectifying my body, first my chest and now my legs, what on earth was going on here?

Finally he jumped off at London Bridge, and got me even more puzzled when he reached out to shake the hand of some random guy we'd been chatting with (and commenting on my legs), and then reached out to shake mine too.  What on earth?  At least when I acted so totally flummoxed, he leaned in and kissed me, thank goodness!

Home after that, having had a great night seeing my favourite person, and at least with a little ego boost that I must be looking good enough for guys to notice my body these days...but how strange!