After a couple minutes of judgement I remembered that a very long time ago I had started a site and because on hot Friday afternoons the slightest distraction is welcome, I visited my old site (this one) to read up on young me. It was amazing, I'm not only talking about my ability to convey emotions on a page, my sharp wit or intelligent charm, but the fact that before reading these posts I had absolutely no recollection of the events described, I forgot Joe even existed - sorry Joe. In my defence my memory is abnormally poor, I'd like to think that this is genetic but I am sure it has something to do with the number of pints I've consumed in my life. But I also think that because I'm a happy drunk that when my memory leaves me for good I'll be a happy old lady who doesn't care where her keys or cards are as opposed to a grumpy old badger that insists someone else stole them. Heck...I don't really know where either my keys or cards are now and I'm genuinely not bothered.
Right, so...back on point...the inspiration that struck me earlier today was to document TWTNW. TWTNW is a 13 day event that has brought my closest friends and family to Bristol giving me nearly two weeks of amazing memories (which I'll forget) and certain liver failure (which is why I'll forget). So here it goes...
Day 1 (which also happened to be the 4th of July) of TWTWN started as I'm standing near the exit of the Temple Meads train station. I literally ran from my office to the station because in typical Hambley fashion I had lost track of time and left the office 5 minutes before their arrival for the 15 minute walk. Having done this run in jeans during an abnormally warm summers day I was drenched in sweat...attractive, I know. Of course their train was 15 minutes late so at least I had time to regain my composure. Standing there, waiting for them I took a moment of reflection, this would mark the beginning of the 13 days and once they properly began, time would fly, like any vacation, the wait up to it drags along drastically while the actual holiday is over before you know it. (I do realize unfortunately that I'm not on holiday and work today was the most painful experience I've had in a while...well, that's being a bit dramatic, but I'm going for effect here...)
Then I saw her, the sweetest three year old you could ever know, Miss Abigail Livingstone. She smiled and ran to me like you see in movies. I crouched down and picked her up, reunited after nearly two years apart. It was brilliant and she gave me cuddles from that point until it was time for me to go back to work (ouch).
I returned to the station a couple hours later, after a cheeky pint with Alexis, to find a frazzled mom (she thought she missed her flight only to find out she was 4 hours early) and Timmy in his beloved bow tie. “Timmy, where is your bag?” I asked and he replied with a face that said “f*%k”…it’s now hopefully in a lost and found depot at the Taunton train station, we may or may not get it back sometime next week. I’ve decided that traveling isn’t necessarily a strong suit in the Hambley bloodline. Timmy summed it all up this morning when he said “Paying attention to detail in not one of my strengths.”
Right, so already I’ve been spoiled - being showered with visitors and it’s only 6pm of day 1. We then meet Jo, Adam and Dave at Grillstock on the triangle, which was AMAZING, as were Jo’s cupcakes and from there the night was spent in constant competition of who can finish their pint the quickest. For once it wasn’t just Dave and I, my mom kept up and Timmy pushed the pace, something I’m sure he regretted at 3am when he woke up to puke on Abbie’s floor - don’t worry, mom cleaned it up (Note to self: buy Abbie a massive thank you gift for letting me take over the place in her absence). 8+ pints, 2 sambucca’s and 2 cinnamon whisky shots later and we found ourselves having a boogie in laRocca…all in all I’d have to say that it was the perfect start to what is going to be a phenomenal 13 days. Seems to be my lucky number this year! =P
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