The Guildford Girls.

Being back home is like being in a new world, but with people you recognise. Your freedom and lifestyle completely changes and you suddenly become the 17 yr old you once were. The only major difference is that all those summer flings us girls were having back then, have now turned into 3/4 year relationships. A night out with all of us is like checking into honeymooners heaven and the conversations flow along the lines of “Bob and me just got back from a fabulous trip around Europe” and “I’m not drinking tonight because Fred drove home last week and its now my turn.” In short we have all aged about 30 years and will be discussing our children’s private education before we know it. But oddly enough give it 3 months, ill be back in Chester and it will be “wow, that guy was amazing last night” or “Yea, id do him too”. We’ll be swapping manly stories, tips and in-depth details of why we never called him back; a far stretch from the current situation of engagement wishes and baby names. (And yes we have all promised not to steal each others names, Joshua Langham is mine and mine only!)Baby names apart it’s been great being back with the home girlies, minus me being the only single one left, not a lot has changed between us.
It was two of the guys joint 20ths on Thursday night, so we all hit town, drank far too many JD and cokes (which btw are disgusting and a sure sign your long gone when you start ordering/ drinking them!) and took way too many photos. Not sure what the worst bit was, getting into bed whilst the room was spinning or waking up the next day with it STILL spinning. Either way great fun and reasonably decent photos too. Last night we attempted a bbq at mine, which was in one word a ‘disaster’. Was all going fine till the guys showed up, think they were expecting a full blown house party and what they got was four girls chilled out on rugs and cushions on the patio. Tonight we are heading down to our local village pub for a chilled out night of live music. Well that’s the intention, don’t think any of us can have/ look at any more alcohol at the moment. But that’s probably a good thing.
We are still trying to arrange a girly holiday; all we have so far it is must be to somewhere hot and preferably not to expensive. So we are basically doomed before we have even stepped out the front door, let alone the country. Still we have been talking about going away for years now and should probably do it before rings start appearing on fingers or sprogs start flying out. Guess that’s one of the beauties of uni, I havn’t got to worry about any of the above just yet. Which I guess is a good thing?