Packing games

Monday nights are usually quiet ones, and last night should have been no exception. Except Swede had volunteered to come over to help me pack boxes, and I offered to feed her dinner and give her a glass of wine. And then I was to drive her home.

One glass turned into two, and we decided that she'd be staying over and I'd drive her home in the morning, in time for her driving lesson.

We packed 2 boxes, and she managed to convince me to separate some of my unnecessary Tupperware into a box to sell off. I have an awful lot of the stuff... Might have to setup a website for it.

Then we found my boxful of love letters from my first love, who lasted from ages 15 to 18. I said to Swede, Flatmate, and Flatmate's friend Tom who is staying over this week, that we should read them for a laugh. They all dismissed the idea, and after dinner, I retrieved them and they couldn't believe how many there were (well over 50). So we each took one and took turns reading them, in different accents and voices.

It was the biggest laugh ever! Tom and Flatmate had started drinking as well, and they kept looking for the funniest ones. Listening to teenage declarations of love for me was flattering, but very strange, And scary! We were both so in love and would never leave each other, but we were both moody, I was a very jealous and clingy person.

I am glad I'm not that person anymore, but I can't help but to wonder if that relationship is why I'm not successful in them now.

I wish I could turn back time and tell 15 year old Lil B so much. About love, life, music, careers, money, family. And I know 15 y.0 Lil B would have been horrified to hear these letters were used as entertainment on a Monday night in 2008!

Anyways, we woke up early, and Swede was worried about going for her driving lesson hungover. I told her she'd better get used to it, cause it is a common thing. She laughed. And we both agreed it was so worth it, since last night had been the most hilarious night for ages.

And we’re doing it again Friday :)