Those moments in life

A game of cards.

I remember the first time I discovered the miracles of alcohol. I was 17 (well... So close to 18 that i might as well say I was) and i was sitting in my friends holiday house with ten other people, one of which was my ex; tense shit for anybody really. And we were all drinking cocktails.

My Mum and I went to see these friends every year, they were the only holidays we got because of my Mum's work. She looked after holiday homes and summer was the busiest time of the year. it was here that I had first met my ex boyfriend.

The night before I had wrenched my neck, pulled a muscle playing "good morning Jack" a game that consisted in slapping the pile of cards in the middle of the table if an ace appeared, saying "good morning jack" if the jack appeared, "good afternoon queen" if the queen appeared and nodding if the king appeared, all this before the other players did, otherwise you picked up the pile of cards. So as you can imagine it was loud it was stupid and it was fast... Well tried it to be. Obviously it wasn't yelling out GOOD MORNING JACK that wrecked my neck no, it was the nodding. The more we played the faster it seemed to get. The worst thing was I felt it go... And yet still carried on. Stupid cow!
But it was only at six in the morning when I woke up after some god forsaken nightmare and couldn't move my head that I realized the damage I had done. "good morning jack".

Now at that point any normal person would get a pain killer and rest. not me. Well I did take the pain killer as soon as had food in my stomach (which was hard to get down because I knew that today was the day my ex was turning up and I was dreading it) but then I decided to go swimming and gods knows what else trying to keep my mind off my ex. The afternoon was soon upon us and the guests slowly but surely arrived the tension was building up inside me and I just couldn't sit still which caused a great deal of pain in my neck but I was soon faced with an even bigger pain. "good afternoon queen".

But the fun didn't stop there. After they got here and after a session of cheery hellos... And some tense ones we played rounders... My moms idea. She said it brought back childhood memories.

There was yet more shouting seeing as nobody could agree on the rules and things were starting to get out of hand. The teams were so unbalanced it was ridiculous and I ended up on the same team as my ex. Typical! My six year old brother was being stubborn and creating a fuss every time he didn't get his own way which seemed to be every time he had the bat in his hand. The others well they just did what they wanted, inventing a new set of rules, each creating a new game. A mixture of baseball and cricket or baseball and dodge ball depending who you were and what team you were on.

As for me I didn't really do much seeing as I had no idea how you played. To make matters worse my friends mom who was a bit on the lager side of life rather than the opposite, ran into me knocking me down and then landed on me. SLAP that one must have been the ace, grinding my hip into the ground. And a second one not physical this time coming from my exes mockeries, right in the stomach...

So here I am nursing my wounds in the kitchen drinking down some rather strange concoction some people call cocktails. This one isn't the best but it seems to be taking away the pains... All bar one. That guy sitting opposite me looking gorgeous with no shirt on.

No pain no gain... Bullshit no pain and I was no longer sober enough to care that I was fantasizing about my ex even though I had a boyfriend. Well I say I have a boyfriend.... the day before i had received a message "we need to talk but no via text!" no hearts no kisses nothing. In my head I imagined the worse case scenario: he had slept with another chick while he was on holiday. I think i can safely say I learned a lesson from dating my best friend: NEVER EVER DO IT AGAIN IT IS SUCH A BAD IDEA! 

I had refused to answer not wanting him to ruin my holidays. So I was allowing myself to dream a bit over ex, wishing he was still mine.

i had finished my third cocktail and was just gulping down my ex's drink that he didn't want. " another cocktail anyone?" And a final nod for the king.