Mahinda’s Little World

Went to Andy McT’s birthday bash on Friday night. Was a little bizarre, really.

Andy lives with Catherine and Jill, both of whom I’ve dated in the past - Jill’s even made a brief appearance on these very pages, from here to here.

Neither "relationship" was very long, and both ended with me being unceremoniously dumped, not because of anything I’d done (apparently), but because of vague ex- issues. Which is a really rubbish way for things to end, IMHO.

I don’t see much of Catherine and Jill these days, really. While I get on really well with Catherine, things aren’t quite so natural with Jill. I don’t know why…they just aren’t. Maybe it’s because I never got to know her as well as I did Catherine - we’d been friends for ages before anything happened.

Anyway, the party. It was a "cowboys and cocktails" theme things at Revolution, in Deansgate Locks. Cue overly loud rubbish music and poncey drinks. I did have some cocktails, starting with a mojito which was, sadly, some way below the standards I’d gotten used to in Riga. I got there late (and decidedly un-dressed-up), to find lots of SMAOS types there. Unfortunately, they soon left, leaving me with lots of Andy, Jill and Catherine’s friends.

When introduced to some people, there was a definite air of "oh, so you’re Mahinda"…which was certainly disconcerting. It was all jolly enough, though.

Catherine left, followed a while later by Jill, leaving about half a dozen of us. The music and stuff was getting to me a little - I really couldn’t hear a thing, with my dodgy ears - and the plan seemed to be to move on to a particularly gay place. Andy’s gay, you see, and he fancied a bit of Cruise - in his words, "a couple of hundred gay men and three fag hags".

I left. To be honest, I wasn’t really in the mood.

It was a nice night for walking, so I decided to walk the four miles or so home.

As I got towards Rusholme, I got a txt back from Catherine, asking whether the party was still going strong - she’d actually gone to rescue a friend who’d left keys at her house. I called her, remembering that Jill and her friend were going to go for a curry. Catherine was famished, so we agreed to descend on the curry house. I called Jill - unfortunately, she and friend had wimped out and just got a taxi home instead.

Called Catherine again. We decided to see if Revolution Fallowfield was open until 2am (I thought it was), as she was in Didsbury and planning on getting a cab. I jumped into a bus to travel the mile or so down to Fallowfield…only to find that Revs closed at 1am. It was 12.55am by this point. I told Catherine the bad news, grabbed a dirty donner kebab (from Khayyam, which isn’t one I’d tried before…or will again, to be honest) and walked home.

Got home. Watched some cricket highlights - England getting an absolute kicking in the third ODI, courtesy of Mahela and his mighty bat. Went to bed.