Weekend With The Gods

8: don't you dare give my babies milk again!

I plopped myself down in one of the camping chairs and the brightness of the sun reflecting off of the pink fabric made my head hurt quite a bit. I looked over at Angela who was shaking her head and me and being extremely overly judgemental. Then, I looked over at Claire who was looking at me sincerely and ended up coming over to ask how I felt.

"how's your morning going?" she asked quietly,

"it's been better," I stated and took a sip of the water she brought over in a plastic cup.

"yeah, been there. Done that," she said with a laugh,

"yeah," I laughed back feeling a tad awkward with what she was saying.

Was she suggesting she used to get drunk all of the time?

"take the next few hours easy," she said and then stood up to walk off back to the breakfast table where I could see Angela firing looks at me.

I built up the courage to walk over to the table where she was laying out some gluten free granola with extra almonds and took a bowl with milk before walking off back to my seat. After the first mouthful, I could tell something was not right.

It was coconut milk,

I am not the biggest fan of coconuts. Gross.

I set the spoon back into the bowl and I had I bit of a panicked moment because I felt bad for walking back over to the table and chucking away the cereal, but on the other hand I wanted to go over to her and shout at her for only brining vegan food.

I get she is vegan and I respect that but I like milk and I would not substitute it for some gross coconut stuff that belongs in a coconut, not in my bowl of cereal.

Discretely, I walked over to the table with the cereals on it and poured the mushy cereal into the black bin bag hanging over the side of the gazebo that had been erected overnight.

When I was done scraping the cereal scraps into the bag, I shifted over to my seat and started to drink the water taking small sips at a time.

I looked around me and it was just me, Angela, Claire and Marie.

Where the heck was everyone?

I moved over to where Claire was and asked her where everyone was,

"they're all still asleep probably," she said as she took some mouthfuls of her cereal, "is this coconut milk?" she asked me as she pulled a disgusted face at the bowl,

"yep," I replied back to her, "I scraped mine into the bag," I said referring to the bin bag,

"good idea," she said and then wandered over to the bag and dumped the rest of her cereal in it.

Shortly after, Angela came back from wherever she went and left the coconut milk out before walking into her tent and doing whatever she was. I looked over at Claire as she passed me an evil smile.

The thing I liked about Claire is that she was pretty close to my age. She was 26 which is great because this weekend was going to be a long one and I needed someone to come to for advice.

I walked over the coconut milk and began to pour the contents over the ground behind one of the tents to waste quite a bit of it. I left some of the liquid in the carton so it just made it seem like Claire and I became thirsty and drank the milk, which definitely wasn't the case.

Claire looked back over to me and laughed as we watched Angela from a distance look down at the carton; pick it up; inspect the bottle and then realise that it was a lot lighter than before she left. Soon after that, she wandered back into her tent with the carton. There were a few shouts about the milk which caused Bobby and Harry to come out looking very tired and stressed over the shouting.