Here’s the situtation… At my new school I’m “friends” with this bitch. And it was her 17th birthday… I somehow made it onto her invite list to her birthday sleepover.
I’m a closeted bisexual agender person. Any guesses why an evening with a bunch of girls who are bitchy and judgemental drooling over blokes while most likely very drunk sounds like my idea of hell?
I had to get out of this politely. Quite frankly, I have to much to hide, without including the fact that I can’t be bothered with these people.
So I went on a little trip around Scotland because… Well, why not?
I went up to Yorkshire on the way, past Studley Royal to see the deer and walk my dog. It was nice, but we discovered the hard way not to eat lunch there. It’s a little pricey.
A couple of days later, I got to Dundee. I spent a lot of time there by the River Tay, in Dundee town center and at St Andrews beach and the golf course because they have this thing where on Sundays you can walk dogs on certain parts of it.
After this point, things got interesting. I got to Edinburgh. This was the part we were most worried about because we had the dog with us. And we didn’t know where the hell we were going to walk the dog.
Fortunately it turned out we were just near the observatory and there’s a nature reserve there, which is really nice, dogs are allowed there, I didn’t see any signs about keeping them on the lead. We also took the dog up Arthur’s Seat (I would definitely reccomend this, but wear walking boots, the paths aren’t great.) Dogs are allowed off the lead there as well and my 13 year old dog managed it fine. It took us about an hour and a half for the round trip to the top and back.
While I was in Edinburgh we went to Princes Street Gardens (without dog), spent a lot of time just chilling out there, and me and my brother went to see the new Kingsman film (because that’s what you do when you’re travelling around). I would definitely reccomend watching that.
I then got back 2 days before the party. I knew I wasn’t actually going to miss the party, but I’d hoped I’d miss it by less. Fortunately, taking excess photos, avoiding my local towns and avoiding the internet means I think I got away with it.
And that is how you avoid a party with people you hate. You are welcome.
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