take me on an adventure, let it be a golden one

Initially, I was going to go out with Marble today- to celebrate her finishing her exam, an excuse to drink some alcohol. I told Kiwi yesterday that I really have the potential to become an alcoholic. She paused for a second, then answered yes. Anyway, I cancelled those plans because I've got work tomorrow. It's an evening shift, so I would be okay to go out tonight as long as I don't stay out too late. However, it's my first shift in three months, which is a very long time to be away from work. So I'm being really nervous about it-- my stress levels seem to be on a really high bar, has been this whole week actually, just because I've been worrying about this bloody shift. So on the train just back home from Sugar, Kiwi and I were chatting. And I told her: "I wish I was 20 or something, and the only thing on my agenda was to go out tonight". Within 30 seconds after I finished that sentence, a boy who looked something like 16 walked in and sat down on the seats opposite us. And then 10 more seconds, and his drunken gang was stumbling in to find seats. It's almost as if I turned on a switch, and the quiet train suddenly became full of boisterous young boys who asked and prodded and touched without any right. I do this thing if someone touches you, puts their hand on your arm, shoulder, whatever, and you don't want them to-- I just give them a hard stare (wait until they acknowledge that you're staring), then you pointedly stare down at where they're touching you, and then you look back into their eyes. If needed, you do it a few times until they get the picture. It usually works for me, and I don't need to utter a word. They pretended to be older than they are, of course. And we saw right through their lies. Turns out they're my younger sister's age, four years younger than me. "Would you date anyone our age?" one of them asked. We quickly answered "no". At another stop, there were another bunch of drunken youngsters getting on the train, and it became even louder. It was very tempting to just switch train car, but we were kind of blocked by the amount of people standing right in the isle where people are supposed to walk through.When leaving the train, I decided to walk towards the door where there weren't that many people. Avoidance-- I'm pretty good at that. Problem is that some followed us, and we ended up with a bunch of people anyway. Had I been less sober, I would probably been more amused. However, there's just this thing about people who are the same age as Monchita, trying to pick you up. I might as well just start dating her friends-- that's what it feels like, and that feels very wrong because she's still a kid to me. Anyway, Kiwi ran to her bus, waved our goodbyes. And now I'm home from a visit to Sugar which was really nice. It's a bit like old times. Sugar drove us (for the first time I think?), we made food, ate, caught up, watched a television series which the whole of Norway is currently obsessed with, talked some more-- and then we decided to go out and get some ice cream. Ice cream turned into tapas and wine, the adult version I guess. Today was a great day. I had a nice work-out, I surprised Kiwi with concert tickets to Tom Odell (it took her a loooong time to understand what it was), Niall posted a cute picture of himself on Snapchat, and I got to have some quality time with friends. Great day!