While Simon is away, Monday and Tuesday are my days off. I knew
While Simon is away, Monday and Tuesday are my days off. I knew <b><a [lj2] href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/wakaba_chan/">Sacha</a></b> and <b><a [lj2] href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/radiodave/">Gareth</a></b> were in the general area, so left a tentative message on livejournal over the weekend, wondering what they were doing on Monday. What they did on Monday was visit Enfield to harass me... except I wasn't around to intercept Sacha's many phone calls nor the messages they left on MSN.
I eventually got round to meeting them in the early afternoon, dragged them to my place, showed them videos and then found they wanted me to visit their place until Tuesday - a good old fashioned sleepover. With this sounding promising, I jumped at the chance. After a ridiculous amount of procrastinating from myself, we walked to the local train station, lumbering along with my Gamecube and a PlayStation 2 I convinced Gareth to acquire.
<lj-cut text="And after that moment, things got a little more bizarre than usual.">We were unfortunate with trains - the original train we planned to get onto left two minutes before we arrived, and a long trip to the other train station in Enfield led towards the general direction of chaos as we realised this train we'd just got on didn't actually get us too close at all to Sacha's home. In that panic, we also forgot to consider that Gareth and Sacha had tickets for a different route entirely, and would have been subject to fines if ticket inspectors had been on the train. Oops.
When we got to the wrong station (Hertford North instead of Hertford East) Sacha called home and made a plea to her father - who came to the rescue, driving us back home. When we walked into Sacha's house, Gareth had a try at the games he acquired and we went through the Gamecube titles I brought along (Pacman Vs was enjoyed especially, with Sacha's brother <b><a [lj2] href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/onua/">John</a></b> joining in. I wish more games were as simple and brilliant as this). We compared it to Puyo Pop Fever, which had converted an idea for the worse, and subsequently played Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine to reminisce of the best Puyo Puyo version we had available to us. I appear to have made them fear playing me, with my mad skillz.
Another family learned of my tomato allergy too late as pizzas were prepared for dinner, so I had a simpler meal of turkey sandwiches, which was still pleasant enough. However, my lack of eating as much as the family members made them fuss over me, a mildly amusing scenario given how I normally look after guests that visit me - it's strange to see things the other way around.
More games were played after dinner, until we slept. Attempting to sleep was an interesting moment of the trip. A short and slightly squeaky sofa was my bed, with me being a lanky and fidgety sod when sleeping. It did make for a potentially problematic night. My first half an hour of attempted slumber was used simply trying to formulate a way to doze without my feet being positioned in an awkward fashion/on a table, though I eventually drifted off without problems.
Tuesday was spent with everyone randomly harassing everyone else. Sacha took photos of people while they slept. I learned from Sacha that Gareth has very ticklish feet. We learned Sacha hates her feet rubbed together. And we all saw Gareth hates BB guns with a passion. It was one of the more surreal days I've spent around other people but was nonetheless thoroughly entertaining. We also watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0101700/">Delicatessen</a>, which pleased Gareth and Sacha. The film has a delightfully sinister tone to it, making it great fun to watch.
Around the late evening, I departed with Gareth and Sacha walking me to the train station and offering hugs and random goodbye messages. And soon after that, I found the feather to allow me to recall all of this. I need to visit the mob in Hoddesdon more. They're really nice people. But with work being how it is I've never felt like I had the energy to do so.</lj-cut>
Random note for the duo: When I got back here my family informed me that you two looked 'scruffy'; you had marks over yourselves. I pointed out to my family that you were "quite nibbly people" and all was understood after that.