Sunday, October 4, 2009

Don't Answer The Door

Even though I made it clear (or so I thought) that I wanted to spend the weekend alone just relaxing around my flat sitting in my underwear, snacking, sleeping, and watching the telly I was awakened from my sleep by the sound of my doorbell ringing. I tried to ignore it, but someone was continuously pushing the button. The sound startles my cats and sends them flying around the room and pouncing on me until I get up and open the door and let out a pissed off "What the hell?" At this point I realize I answered the door in my underwear, but it turns out it was only Hamish and thankfully not some little girl scout selling cookies.

Did you ever have one of those friends that just won't go away? Well, that is Hamish. As I crawled back under the blanket on my couch to go back to sleep he sits in the chair nearby talking of what he wants "us" to do today. I quickly reminded him that 'us" isn't doing anything today because "I" am already doing what I want to do for the day. No sooner had I finished stating this, my doorbell rings again. Hamish answers the door and I watch as our friend Jillian walks in with two of her guy friends. They just walk right in talking and laughing as if its the middle of the afternoon.

Apparently they have been invited to meet at my place because we're all doing breakfast. At this point I'm barely awake, very tired, and now pissed off as they begin to question Hamish on why I'm not ready. To which he replies I'm just running late and I correct him by stating I'm not going.

Ignoring all of this, my friend Jillian sits on the couch next to me and starts talking to everyone about this guy she met last night. As she mentions this, one of her guy friends squeals with delight and the other wants to know the details which she happily tells. I quickly realize they are not only friends of Jillian, but friends of Dorothy as well if you know what I mean. Now, I like Jillian and normally would be supportive of her and listen to her story of last night, but its early morning, my space has been invaded and I'm just staring at Hamish thinking what the fuck? Just minutes ago I was sound asleep.

Noticing my irritation Hamish says something about how he promised Gareth he wasn't going to let me mope around the house being depressed. I told him I'm not moping and I'm not depressed. He replied oh yeah, you ate half a pan of brownies since yesterday, that's depressing. Not feeling like arguing about my mood and the thought of brownies actually made me realize I was hungry, I wrapped the blanket around me and got up from couch and headed to the bathroom. As I walked by Hamish I told him I hated him and that I was changing my phone number so he can't call me anymore. He calmly replied in his Scotch-Irish accent "Jest make sure ye shave when ye take a shower, you look like a terrorist." So much for growing a beard.

Now, I'm back home, alone. Breakfast was actually fun, we had some good laughs. I even got my dishes washed by Jillian and Hamish as I got a shower. Although I did notice they ate most of my brownies! Now I can crawl back under the covers and relax and enjoy a peaceful, sleepy Sunday afterall.


The New Me said...

Considerate friends can be such a bother. lol.

Have a nice rest.

Ing said...

LOL..Hamish is such a hoot! Love the terrorist comment! I bet you look like a cute terrorist though. Get some rest. When you going back out to sea? I'm recovering from a night of dancing and drinking! Never knew I could ache in the places I'm aching.

Wendy said...

LMAO!!! Annoying, exasperating, relentless friends like Hamish are hard to come by. You're so lucky to have him :)

David said...

I hope you feel better, hey he will be back sooner then your know it.

American Irish said...

New, I rested all weekend and I still feel tired, go figure.

Ing, going to sea right after I right this. Only for a couple days though. Not very long. Have to drop my cats off at my old place with my old flat mate. I figure they know him and will feel most comfortable there since they lived there before.

Wendy, don't leave comments like that about him. He reads this blog and his head will get big. lol

Dave, taking it one day at a time. I do feel much better though. Thanks for asking.

Runaway said...

Sometimes things doesn't happened the way we planned, those are oportunities to look at things in a different way.

Hugs dude!

Gavin said...


I've been reading your blog for a while now and I just wanted to say how much I like it. I stumbled upon it completely by accident because I've been considering leaving Belfast, where I've always lived, and moving to either Dublin or London.

Your blog has made me hopeful that I can make a good life for myself in a new place (although obviously it wouldn't be as big a move for me as it was for you).

Anyway, thanks for the blog - it really makes me feel better.


WranglerMan said...

Fer Chrissake, Man, count your blessings! They are two great friends! And I bet the FODs were a hoot to boot!!!

We all need a little navel gazing, every now and again! But stop feeling sorry for yourself!

Gareth's only a phone call away! And allow me to make a sex! Let your imaginations run wild!!

Cheers, Mate!

Aerelonian said...

Sometimes you just need to be left alone. That being said it seems this wasn't one of those days and breakfast actually helped out. Enjoy your time at sea!

American Irish said...

runaway, like I mentioned at least I had my dishes cleaned and didn't have to do that chore. lol

Gavin, good luck with the move. You only live once, so you have to take a chance on life sometimes.

Wrangler, the FODs...I don't even know where to begin. lol

Aerelonian, thanks for the comment, it was good to be at sea. Hope you and everyone has a good weekend.