May 27th, 1989
At Pamsy’s, Sussex
It’s almost one in the morning and Pamsy just fell asleep. Oh what a wild pair we are, here in Sussex on a Saturday night!
Managed to find my way here today from the girls’ flat with no problem, which for me was highly unusual. I even enjoyed the two plus hours drive and once I got past the congestion surrounding Gatwick airport I was able to relax. There’s something really uplifting about singing along to the radio on a sunny day whilst driving to see your best friend at the beach.
I was expecting to go out tonight but Pamsy’s dad started up the barbeque and we ended up staying in the garden, where we drank ridiculous amounts of tea and worked our way through a packet of chocolate digestives as well as an entire sleeve of jammie dodgers!
Much later tonight, Pamsy’s mum came into the garden.
“I’m just checking to see if you two are alright. You’ve been out here all night.”
“We’re fine thanks mum,” Pamsy said. “We’re just having a good old natter.”
Her mum smiled and passed each of us a blanket.
“Aw, thank you,” we said in unison.
“Now you can stay out longer,” she said, smiling. “Dad and I are off to bed so just make sure the lights all get shut off.”
“Will do mum, night.”
“Night you two.”
We waited until Patty was inside, before resuming our conversation.
Shaking her blanket out, Pamsy asked, “So, this Swedish bloke you snogged, what was his name?”
“Charlie,” I said, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders.
“Are you pulling my leg?”
“No,” I laughed. “His name really was Charlie.”
“So what?” I teased.
“Tell me what happened.”
“Weeellll, first off, he was drop-dead gorgeous.”
“Goes without saying.”
“And I clocked him the second he came into the club. Actually, Melissa did too, which was a bit disheartening because she was stunning and I thought if she was interested in him then I had better back off.”
“Why?” Pamsy asked.
“Because she was absolutely ravishing, the sort of girl no guy could ever resist.”
“Eh excuse me darling but from where I sit, you’re not exactly chopped liver.”
“You’re such a sweet friend.”
“A sweet, honest friend.”
I smiled. “Anyway, he ended up on the dance floor and according to Kimberly, he made a beeline for me but of course I was so caught up dancing that I didn’t really notice at first.”
“Then what?” she asked.
“We just kind of started dancing together, which lasted for ages. And oh could he dance!”
Snuggling deeper into her blanket, Pamsy said, “You love that.”
“You know it. So we danced, then we got drinks at the bar and started chatting and I knew I should probably stop drinking but of course I didn’t.”
Pamsy rubbed her hands together. “Oh I love it, keep going.”
“We went outside to the patio area and the air felt so refreshing compared to how hot it had been during the day. We chatted for yonks then went back inside.”
“Went straight onto the dance floor and danced for ages again.”
“I can’t stand it,” she said, sitting forward. “Just fast forward to the kiss.”
“Ok, so fast forward two hours.”
“We went outside again and found a spot on one of the big couches. We were laughing about something, I can’t remember what and I threw my head back.”
“Floozy,” she said with a chuckle.
“I know,” I said, laughing. “I closed my eyes for a split second and when I opened them, his face was right here.” I held my palm up to my face. “He had that beautiful blond silky hair I’m rather partial to and he pushed it off his face.”
“Oh yeah, that gesture alone was all I needed. I touched his cheek and we smiled at each other.”
“And then you kissed,” she sighed.
“And then we kissed.”