Doomed Ice Cap

I’m scared. I think that’s how I feel, anyway.

This evening is our very belated house-warming party.

For some reason one of the housemates decided we should have a theme, and someone decided that theme was going to be ‘Doom’. So I’m supposed to conjure up an outfit based around that… I’m going as The Ice-Cap – I’m going to re-use my silver skin-tight leggins and wear a lot of white.

The thing I’m scared about is the fact I appear to have no friends. More or less everyone from my course has one-by-one told me they’re not coming. We’re post-grad students so I’m one of the youngest, at 22. As a result they’re not the most up for student house parties. And, it’s fair enough; they don’t live around here.  Everyone lives their own lives in various places around London. I don’t live in the most easiest to access place, so I can understand their apprehension. However, it is slightly annoying, as I’ve trekked over London for their parties recently.

The other thing is, I’m not sure how up I am for it. I can’t help feeling that I’ve already been there and done this. I did the student house party thing for three years and I cleared up the mess repeatedly. But now I’ve got work to be doing on my weekends, and I’m not so laid back about people spilling drinks everywhere/making my curtains smell of smoke/being sick in my garden. It’s so much more of a big deal now.

The ideal solution was for me to go away for the weekend… and that’s what I planned to do. The original party was supposed to be last weekend and when I told my housemates that I couldn’t make it, they changed the date. Damn. Damn them for being so nice to me! And now I can’t really get out of it… If I made an escape this evening I’m worried that I’ll come home to discover someone’s trashed my room – I don’t know who’s coming, they’re not people I can trust.

And apparently I have one friend coming. So I can hardly ditch him! I really want to see him actually, he’s a French chef I worked with during my season and I’ve not seen him since we came home.

I guess I’ll just have to get drunk and wait for my inhibitions to disappear… until I have to deal with the mess in the morning. Woop.

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I want to ski.

Last year, during my ski season, I had a guest that was holidaying alone. He was a skiing fanatic and his wife had let him escape the house (and his 2 small children) for the week. He knew the Trois Vallees like noone else; he told me he skied them about 4 times each season. I went out with him a couple of days… He was an awesome skier, but he kept wanting to tutor me. Instead of letting him give me some pointers I was my usual proud self and instead got annoyed at him for it. I should have listened really.

We kept in touch via Facebook and txt messages. When he returned the the resort a month or so after I made an effort to ski with him. He often comments on my Facebook, and jokes that he’s living vicariously through me. The night his third child was born he sent me a txt letting me know her name and weight. It’s a nice kind of friendship… there’s nothing weird about it. I mean, it’s not like it’s anything more than friendship and I’ve started to care about him and his family, despite barely knowing him really.

He just started chatting to me on Facebook, asking me how my teaching was going and complaining that his life has been taken over by dirty nappies. He asked when my term ended, so I told him I’d finally be free from uni on 20th December. This was the following message:

“Oh, that sort of negates the next part of this. Every year, as you may know, I teach skiing in Courch to old ladies on the last week before Xmas (this year 12-19th). However, this year (after four years) it looks like it may not happen. I am desperately looking round for someone who – 1) Likes skiing in Courch and 2) needs lessons so I can practice! (I have another group on 2nd Jan). You seemed the most likely candidate!”

I want to gooooo! He is absolutely minted so I am sure I wouldn’t be paying much for the trip, or much while I was there. And The Guy is working in Courch this season so it would be ace to see him. And… And… And… If only I could persuade uni that it’s a good enough reason for me to skip the last week of term…?? I can’t see it happening some how. Damn.