Hanging With The Boys

It is the end of the academic year, meaning that everyone is packing up and going home. This includes all of my girl friends that keep me company on a regular basis both during the day and on nights out (the all important toilet trips, of course). Now that my girlies are at home and have left me with the boys, I have found myself having to adapt to a new way of life. One where I can't talk about make-up or clothes without having eyes rolled at me. A life where watching sports will always come above going shopping. A life where beer is the chosen drink over cocktails. However what didn't change was the talk about New Girl, gotta love a bit of Schmidt!

After dreading the prospect of having to spend 2 weeks doing "laddish" activities, I have found myself loving hanging with the boys. They have made the last couple of days extremely enjoyable. They tentatively taught me how to play poker and I ended up runner up in the game. Do they call it runner up? Second place? Looser? Anyway, I missed out on the £10 prize, but after a 2 hour game, ending at 3 am, I was less than caring about money and was yearning for bed.

They took me to Walkabout to watch the rugby. Hands were slammed on tables and voices raised when "our team" did something wrong (I wouldn't know, me and the rules of rugby are new friends), Chants were sung and I had beer thrown over my white shirt. Lesson learnt. Never wear white shirts when surrounded by boys.

It has been quite warm recently in Bournemouth so we took advantage of the weather and headed down to the beach. They all went off to play rugby while I watched on being the "ref". I had the easy job of laying down, eating an ice-cream and laughing at them running into each other and fighting over whether they had scored tries or not. Once they had tired of that we all sat and tried to did the deepest holes we could, the only rule being that they needed to be "bollox deep", a measurement that I found difficult to comprehend. In the process of hole digging I broke some of my nails and made my finger bleed. Were they sympathetic towards this.. NO! It was a great afternoon and my hole was totally the deepest even if they didn't agree.

Boys aren't so scary after you get used to their vulgar sense of humour and their love of playing video games and all things violent. I actually might miss the boys over the summer.

Grace xxx