Going out for drinks

I am going out for a drink with a disabled friend. I have to be very
careful that we don't over do it, because she will not cope well if we
do.

We go to a pub on ecclesalle road, and after a few drinks we are
chatting away merrily and the time flows on by. Soon we leave the pub,
and it is really quite late, and some people from across the street
call to me, because the recognise me from way back when, and I go to
chat to them.

They know me from the abundance project and one of them is really
critical, not in a nasty way, just very pessimistic, and says that it
could be so much better than what it is. I get chatting away, and
before too long, I remember I had left my disabled friend in the place
across the road. Its dawn now, and I run back to meet her, but I can't
find her any where.

I check my phone, and there's been a few missed calls and a message
telling me that she got really cold, and had to phone a taxi to take
her home. She had really over done it and I didn't help things by
getting carried away.

I am really worried for her, and regret that I was not more aware of
her needs. I speak to her mum and she tells me she got back ok, but
did get really cold.

Apparently she put a load of blankets over her at the pub, the way
homeless people do, to keep warm in those early hours.

I am now hanging out with my brother joe.

I am waiting to get a lift down to Brighton but no-one seems to be
going that way, other than a friend from Leeds. I try to get in touch
with him but its hard to get through.

Joe is showing me bizarre pictures on his phone, strange art pieces
that he has found and collected over the years, and artist profiles of
people he knows.