I am still aliveee!!!

“Emma it has been a while since you have written a story!!!”

“Are you still writing Emma?”

AHH yes, when people ask you about when your next story will be up, I suppose it has been a while.

Fact is, I have just been very busy, lazy and didn’t have enough inspiration but with also a lot of new things happening I suppose I can write something about something.

So since I twisted my ankle I have gotten fined for travelling with a wrong train ticket, went home for Christmas, fell in love with one of my longest friends and blacked out during a night of drinking.

Start from the beginning shall I?

I used to get a monthly travel ticket from my HR department in work, one night as I got off the train I was asked for my ticket. I present my ticket and am assuming to be let through the gates. WEELLL I guessed wrong... Apparently I was using the ticket outside of the "short hop zone" and was fined €110.80. Greaaaaaaat 10 days before Christmas...  I had 21 days to appeal and I did. I explained to the man (which was an angry man, who I think was in desperate need of some companionship) that Ive been using this ticket for the last 4 months and I pay  €130 for it each month. My HR department confirmed this was the correct ticket aaaand that I had been checked multiple times before that and nothing was wrong. "No, this is an incorrect ticket". Fine, next day in work I contacted HR and together we wrote appeal letters and sent them off.

Of course you hear nothing from them for ages so when I hear from them I was pleased thinking they would understand that it was a mistake.... WEEELLLL no..... in the letter they wrote me, they told me that I owe them €2000 for intentional misuse of a ticket and seeking to make profit for myself.... Now for the people who know me, they would know that I am just to afraid to risk a fine of a €100 every day for a period of 4 months so that just doesnt make any sense. They based the €2000 on the price of a single ticket for 5 days a week for 4 months....

HR and I went back to writing letters, saying that I am not that kind of person and that this is a shocking amount of money to be paid within a month.... I dont even make €2000 euro a month, where the fuck would I get that money? 2 days later my phone rings, "Hi Emma, we have decided to only charge you €233,80 which is based on the original fine and the difference between the ticket you had and the ticket you should have had for 4 months. BAM from €2000 to €200 believe me I am pleased and so is HR seeing as they are paying for it.

Dont get me wrong, now I think this is funny but a few days ago I was worried I had to sell my body. (very much joking dad)

Going back a little in time, Christmas. I went home for the holidays to spend it with the family and lovely friends. Two things happened, one of which had never happened before and the other one I never expected to ever happen.

In chronological order, my black out.

My brother invited me to join him and his rugby club on their pub tour. As I did the 12 pubs of Christmas in Ireland, I figured suuuure why the fuck not. I can do that.

Were out drinking beers, travelling to different pubs and after a while I meet up with my 2 girls. All is going well aaaand then there is the moment where you walk out of the pub....

This is what I remember: I walk out one pub to go to the pub where I used to work, the 2 girls follow me and we have a drink there and I buy 2 random (apparently ugly) guys shots of Tequila.... (mistake number 1) we walk out and I grab my bike, fall over once or maybe twice? yell at my friends for them wanting to call me a taxi... Cycling home I fall of the bike ( I just gave up...) my brother picks me up, yells at me (like duh) and I arrive home, a little sore.

NOW the next morning as my brother and I are discussing last night (in front of the parents) he says "Yeah you remember in that pub" To which I reply "Ehh I wasnt in that pub" to which he replies " Ehhh yeah u were". You can imagine the converstation went on like that for quite a while... So I decided to text one of the girls that was out with us, "Yes Emma, you were in that pub but only for like 2 minutes. Dont you remember?" FUCK, no I dont!!! (still dont) As I am thinking maybe theyre the piss? No they werent....

Apparently, after leaving the pub we didnt go get the bikes we went to pick up my brother, so we walked over there (again, this is all "apparently") we walk into the pub find my brother and one of the players wives? she says to me "you look like you need fresh air" I probably did. She walks me outside (brother and 2 friends with me) and as soon as I step outside she says "Good night" and closes the door and walks back inside. Now its a good thing I dont remember that because that is kinda rude. This is where we walked back to the bikes but not before I lied down on a few benches and asked my friends to "Come lie with me" because it was comfy? I also fell another time and they had to pick me back up and then the cycling happened which I remember. BUT all together whatever happened that I dont remember must have taken at least 30 mins. So I lost 30 minutes of night. 

I had never had that before so I think this was a scary experience and therefore January is my sober month.

Nooww, they always say save the best for last and I most definitely did.

My group of friends is a close one and we have all known each other for about 7 years. So youd expect that if you have feelings for one of them, you would know. Well no.

Stephens' day, the lovely guy in question and I were invited to a party of one my old dear colleagues (he still works there) so of course we went!! We arrive and have a good time, drink a few drinks, eat all the peanuts, listen to music and of course I had to catch up with a few people. Good night, only got there at 11-ish because as you do on Stephens' day you are with family first. So by the time you realise you had a few drinks in you it is passed 3 in the morning. Now at around 5? I think it was only the die hard party people were left and things were a little more quiet. We were both sitting down and his head was on my shoulder and when he lifted his head up and we looked at each other (this is the part were we both say: no you kissed me, I gave him the satisfaction of saying ok I kissed you.) I kissed him. Forgetting that there are more people in the room who all start going : "WOOOOO" Snap out of it!!! We left the party and hung out a few more times before I had to go back home (Ireland) and had a long texting conversation about what it all meant. Ill tell you what it meant/ for me, with him was the best I had felt in a very long time. 

We agreed not to see other people and misuse Skype, which we do (misuse Skype) and see what the whole "not living in the same country" effect is. 3 weeks later (I know, it has only been 3 weeks) I am smiling constantly ( to the point where my cheeks are sore) and missing him.  I knoooww, smootchy stuff but that is just how I feel. 

So this has been my interesting life for the last 2.5 months,I hope that the people who were asking about my writing to their part in reading =D