July 25th 2020
Today I couldn’t hack a night out. I drove back to Swindon for a lunch date with one group of mates, and I had plans to go out for drinks with another group of mates. We’d booked a table in a bar, and as soon as I got there I knew I’d struggle to see out the night.
It was just a weird atmosphere. Firstly, it was 8pm, so it was light outside and I’m sat down in a bar I’ve been in a dozen times before, except its got social distancing measures in place and really really inefficient table service.
And, like, it’s social distancing but also not at all. They’re trying to abide by it all because they have to, but also not abiding by it at all. And that distinction made me uncomfortable. And not because I’m judgemental for their attitude towards it — because I was there, I can’t judge — but because it even had to be a thing in the first place.
In the end, I actually did better than I thought I would, but the rest of the group went off to an after party and I went home to my mum and dad’s.
Until tomorrow, I don’t know if I’m glad that I went or not.