living vicariously

somehow it felt like it's been ages since i last talked to my london guy friend. it's probably not true, but sometimes a few days seems like a long time.

he IMed me today apologising for not returning my IM over the weekend. it was a bank holiday in london and he had spent the long weekend crashing at different friends' houses and drinking enough to fry his liver. as he happily relived his weekend and told me his happenings, i relished in that feeling of living vicariously through him. it sounded like a blast. it seemed so much fun that i wished i was there. of all the things that we did while i was in london (and that just sounds dirtier than it is. it was really all PG... heck it was G haha!), we didn't actually party together.

i guess i liked it that he had just come back home in the middle of the night and actually wanted to sit down and have an IM conversation with me and tell me what happened to him over the weekend. it's kinda like how i felt the need on 2 occasions to go online in the middle of the night after a nice night of partying to talk to him. and honestly i probably still feel so. perhaps 'coz he's just bout the only person who might be awake at that time courteosy of our timezone differences. or maybe just 'coz i feel like talking to him.

of 'coz i refrain from telling him bout any guy i met while partying. and i didn't ask if he hooked up with any of the girls he was partying with. not that i'm not curious. not that it won't upset me just a tad if he did. but i guess i can't quite hold him to a standard that i may not hold myself.

for now while he's still far away i'll just settle for such conversations we have...