I Wish I Was on the N17.... Stone Walls and the Grass is Green....*
I am meeting up with an old friend of mine tonight who I've not seen in about 7 or 8 years - it's so long I actually can't remember. N was a few years above me at college. She is from County Donegal and is one of the most amazing people I have ever met - quite an accolade but so deserved.
We met through the (at the time) Love of My Life (LoML) who was buggering off to go and live in America, leaving me to carry on as normal. LoML (who's story will be told some day on this blog) asked N to look after me and she did. She was always around to offer some more grown up advice - I was 20. N always instinctively called me when hand-ins were just around the corner, sent me meaningful and inspiring books from time to time (all of which I never would have chosen for myself, but have loved) and even chocolate when the stress and misery (of my final year) got so bad I could hardly bring myself to eat.
Although we live on the same island it has been tricky meeting up. For a long time I had no way of contacting N, bar a postal address for Donegal that may as well have started 2nd hole in the hedge because it was so vague. Plus she has moved around all over the place lately.
So tonight we are catching up at long last. She has tickets for Van Morrison and although I'm not really a fan I'm going to avail of the spare ticket just to hang out with my mate. It will no doubt be money well spent, even if Van is not my cup of tea. N only got in touch a few weeks ago about tonight, so no doubt there may be a story about some useless boy (I'm guessing here) that bailed at the last minute. I can't wait to see her. I just know it will be like old times. Will hopefully tell all tomorrow.
* N17 - Saw Doctors
Thursday, February 08, 2007
About Me
- Name: the craic girl
- Location: Northern Ireland, then Scotland, then back to Northern Ireland again
Welcome to my blog, make yourself at home. I'm in my late 20s spiralling towards the big 3-0. Why use 5 words when 50 would be better!! I always got A+ for communication in primary school, because I never stopped talking. It's hard being a grown up and having to be silent at times.
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5 Comments:
hope you had a good night, do tell all. . .
mmm?
*Grows impatient and sulks in the corner*
I know, get back to updating please!
*Getting up from the corner for fear of looking like a stalker*
Any Valentine's cards?
Ditto DQ: any news?
Hello girls....
Blogger is being evil and has randomly eaten up and messed about with two draft posts so they now don't make a blind bit of sense. Normal service (of the average 1 post a week!) will resume shortly.
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