Sheesh, monday, had a big weekend. Saturday I caved into going to boyfriends hockey function, when I got there I was still really crapped off so I left on foot down the road, it was cold and my feet were hurting in heels, but I was pretty depressed. After walking for about a kilometre I found a pub, went to the bar, pulled up a stool and ordered a beer, then another and another, by which time the barmaid got up the confidence to ask what brought me to the pub. Eventually boyfriend realised I was missing and found me at pub and began making half arsed attempt to get me to leave with him, I had to because some creepy guy was trying to chat me up.
Boyfriend slept in the doghouse when we got home.