On the 3rd, I slept with Sam, in a hotel.
I was all worried and worked up about it and there's really nothing scary or worrying or whatever about sleeping with someone. Really!
Sam picked me up on Saturday and we saw something really interesting and scary (a burning car! There wasn't anyone in it while it was burning though), then did something I found quite boring but Sam seems to enjoy (looking at new cars) and then we did something we do a lot (went to "our" pub).
Sam kept subtlety hinting telling me he'd like to stay in a hotel with me again that evening and, instead of doing my usual *umming and ahhing* and deciding whether it would be a good idea and everything, I just said yeah, okay
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Our plan? Get drunk, watch trippy late night TV programmes, sleep, feel all icky and gross and hungover, then go home.
I had to go home to pick up my toothbrush and toothpaste (I can stand being in dirty clothes but I must have clean teeth)...and to inform my mum that I'd be staying in a hotel with Sam again and that I wasn't lying dead in a gutter somewhere.
We then checked into the hotel, got some drinks and food, sat around chatting and getting VERY drunk. Then we went to bed.
Sam fell asleep while watching the TV, with his head propped up on his arm...so I had to wake him up to make him lay in a more comfortable position.
I sort of dozed until 5am; by that time, I'd had enough of being woken up every time Sam started snoring (he sounded like he couldn't breathe - the snoring itself didn't bother me) or even moved (he's sleep-wriggler, like me). I was also freezing cold (because I forgot my jammies).
So I got out of bed, put my clothes back on and sat watching Countdown.
About half five-ish, Sam turned over (this time very noisily) and he'd woken up:
Sam: Hi.
Me: Hi.
Sam: Why are you sat over there? What did I do?
Me: Nothing, I just didn't want to wake you up! *Gets back into bed*
I fell asleep at some stupid time like 6am and woke up some time after 10 and we checked out of the hotel shortly before 12.
Last week, Sam was the one feeling and looking like crap. This week, it was my turn.
I haven't been blogging all that much lately and the reason is because the only interesting thing I'm doing right now? It's all Sam, Sam, Sam.
