As I posted yesterday me and my girlfriend, Lucy planned to have a good night out watching a few live bands. When I got halfway to her house I received a phone call off her;
Me: Hello Marshmallow (my pet name for her... try not to puke)
Lucy: Hi, is it OK if we don't go out tonight?
Me: (in a disappointed tone) Yeah, I suppose. Why though?
Lucy: Its been a hard day at Uni and I'm too tired to move.
Me: OK, shall I pick up anything while I'm on my way?
Lucy: Ooo, a couple of bottles of wine would be good.
Me: Right, I'll get on it. See ya soon.
At this point I shaklacky'ed (tenacious D saying) the phone on her, moved on to the nearest supermarket and bought the wine.
I got to hers, did all the usual "hows your day been etc" and we slumped in front of the TV. Before I knew it I was sat watching 'Relocation Relocation', a property programme with a glass of wine in my hand. Now correct me if I'm wrong but isn't there something a little off with the fact a 23 year old would be doing this when he should be out getting up to all sorts of mischief and shenanigans?!!
I fear I'll be having a mid-life crisis this time next Tuesday is things carry on. I'm seeing her tomorrow which is on a weekend. If any of this bullshit happens again I'm just going to take out my penis and tacklewhack her across the face to snap us both out of this madness!