What a day, what a day, oh, what a day.

I just had the most wonderful day. Literally, it was amazing. We were supposed to be going to Southport to an airshow. My friends Liz and Tom (Frisbee) had invited me and somehow, my friends Will and Luke (Church) ended up tagging along. Early rise, which was not too bad, on the bus, to Central Station, where it turned out that both Dan and Kat (Frisbee) were joining us for the day, as well as two other friends of Liz and Tom's. We all got on the train and set off, the rain leaving slight trails on the windows. With nine people crammed into eight seats, the banter soon hit the wagon and in under fifteen minutes, I felt so completely at home and joyful that I couldn't help but giggling for most of the time (inward, at times). One stop away from Southport, Liz gets a call from a friend, who explains that the air show has been cancelled due to flooding. We decide to stay on the train anyway and try and get a refund for our tickets. Facing a downpour of rain (okay, it was not that bad) and quite a slippery boardwalk - which would have been a lovely walk had the weather been better -, we finally made it to the pier, where we were told to get a refund through the website. Having no better thing to do, we fled into a bowling alley, where we learned exactly how expensive Southport is (Very). In the meanwhile, James, one of Liz and Tom's friends, gave me 15 tickets which he had won by putting 50p in a slot machine, and I got a tiny airplane for it. Which was really nice. Seeing as there wasn't really anything to do, off we went, back to the station (stopping at a chippy and a candystore on the way), back to Liverpool. In this great city, there was a festival going on at Hope Street (one of the main roads), which was (very conveniently) called Hope Street Festival. Consisting mainly of street theater and food stalls, the festival offered a nice (though rainy) stroll which was very relaxing and enjoyable. This flood of culture added to the morning of randomness, moulding the whole day into a rather perfect day. After the group split up and the Frisbee people headed to the pub, we headed into the Philharmonic Hall, where we attended 40 minutes of free Philharmonic Orchestra, which left me completely awestruck. As a child, I went to quite a few concerts, what with my dad being in a choir and my uncle being a professional violinist, but I always got rather bored with them and developed an aversion towards them. But today, the music flooded me, filled my veins, made me smile and grin and almost cry with joy. I felt so at one with the melody, felt the drums booming in my stomach, rocked along with the sweeping strokes of the violins. It was absolutly incredible. But concerts end and on we went. As we stopped to watch a small theater act, me and Will got asked upon a little stage, he stroked a chicken and I milked a cardboard cow and together we had an imaginary picnic, in which we drank yukky milk (which he apparently liked) and Will held up an egg-and-cress sandwich. Seeing this as a good closure of the day, Will and Luke headed off, while I found my way to the pub where the rest of the group had been watching the Liverpool-Manchester United game. A rather aggressive Scouse girl scared me a little bit, but the treble gin made up for any discomforts. After finishing our drinks, onwards we went, to go play Wii at Tom and Liz's. We met Alex on the way, which was weird (the boy has grown at least two inches!), but good. I only had two more hours before I had to go to church, which, accompagnied by a good glass of wine, went by rather quickly, making me late for church (and slightly intoxicated; I almost fell asleep during the sermon). After the service had finished, I felt so bad (tired, slight headache, zoned out completely) that I was in grave doubt whether I was going to join the after-church fun, but the desire always wins from the reason, so I had a lovely kebab from Friends (where else), some random conversation at Barrington (where else) and a ten minute wait in the rain for a bus to drive me home (where else). And here I am now, shivering, smelling of garlic naan and in slight need of a wee, but with a radiance of happiness that would make the sun pale in comparison.