Meet the parents

Sunday morning after the Saturday night (of which I can't remember much so I bet it was good) I woke up at 8am, hung over, totally detached from the world out there...

But still went to watch A play a friendly, trying to hold conversation with other people watching, not good... But we managed to have the "phase 2" talk, well he talked and I listened, that is.

I hate the fact that I can't express myself the way I could speaking my first language, and although it all scares the living shit out of me I'm happier than ever. So it's all good, it's going somewhere, and we're onto something good, I think, and I wasn't that relaxed since puberty kicked in when I was 13.