Friday, January 13, 2006

The Hatchet is Six Feet Under

The strangest - and most sublime - thing happened while I was DJ'ing at Q + A last night. My ex-boyfriend Mark, with whom I parted in 2000 under particularly messy circumstances* that resulted in him telling me he never wanted to see me again, showed up out of the blue!

One minute I'm DJ'ing and gazing out over the crowd, the next minute his grinning face, hair bleached an unconvincing but strangely suitable blonde, pops up over the edge of the DJ booth and says hello.

To cut a long story short, we ended up chatting for almost an hour as the night progressed, and although we didn't discuss our break-up, or any of the events associated with it, I feel that we've had some sort of rapprochement. It seems like an altogether excellent way to start the year to me!

* Said messy circumstances involved me sleeping with my ex's new boyfriend. Yes, I know, it was a bad, bad thing to do, but I assure you that it wasn't deliberate. It was one of those stupid, 'drunken boys in the same bed' together things, where you realise that, A) You haven't slept with anyone for several months, and B) There's this warm body in bed next to you that's sporting a particularly impressive hard-on. It just happened, ok? No need to lecture me about it; I already know it was one of the stupidest decisions I've made in my life...