To have a backup is to be certain that if you lose something that not all is lost. You have a sure fire second option that will work out, right? You have a hard drive for your computer to back up your files but what if your back up fails?
I thought I didn’t put all my eggs in one basket. I didn’t just come to this continent for the chance with one guy. I had myself a sure fire back up. I felt a bit bad at first because every time English boy pissed me off in my pre trip preparation I thought well screw you and wrote to my backup. I wrote to him asking if he wanted to come away to India with me for a few weeks during my travels. I thought England would be a perfect jumping off point and he had been before. He immediately responded and loved the idea; that’s the thing about backups they are pretty much a sure bet they are there when you need them. However when English boy finally responded and was slightly cute and sweet with me I forgot about Back Up Boy and the idea to hang out in India for a few weeks. Then English Boy failed to e-mail me back for two weeks! Two weeks! So back to Back Up Boy I went. This pattern continued for a while even when I got over to England and especially when he was an arsehole in Germany. Although once I got to Scotland I learned a few hard lessons.
1. Do not get completely wasted with your cousin before meeting up with long time crush A.K.A Back Up boy at 1:00am
2. Don’t take your back up for granted
3. And most importantly; always back up your back up
Need I continue with what else went wrong?! Do you really want me to bore you with the rest of the humiliating details? I think we have already learned the moral to this posting haven’t we?
No?!
Ok so I thought things were working out perfectly with the backup plan. I had told my back up when I was arriving to Scotland and that I would be staying longer (omitted the part of the English Knob). He responded very excitedly and said he had the week off work to take me around and be my tour guide. I couldn’t believe it! He took a week off work to be with me! What a fantastic back up! Good on me! I informed English Boy that I was staying in Scotland for longer and that my Scottish friend took a week off work just to hang out with me and that was really sweet of him. Thought I would rub that in a bit ba ha ha ha ha!! Who needs you English! Then it all back fired on me.
He didn’t actually take the week off to be with me he actually took it off for several friends’ birthdays. He asked me where I was when I arrived to Scotland which I thought, "wow he is that excited to see me!" but he was actually getting stoned and hammered in Amsterdam, so quite pointless to ask me where in Scotland I was.
That was fine my cousin had plans for me to hang out with her friends. We had pizza and beers and met her friends at a pub called the Brass Monkey, apparently her friends got the time wrong and were there two hours before us and in proper Scottish fashion while waiting they got right shit faced. At first it was great entertainment and a good laugh to witness their antics especially when my cousin asked one of her engaged friends to see her ring and she attempted to pull up her skirt, “Wrong ring! Wrong ring! The one on your hand!”
Yes, they were a good laugh until the alcohol caught up with me as it does quite quickly. My cousin took her drunken boyfriend home and I decided it was my best opportunity to scoot off and see Back Up Boy who was at yet another friend’s birthday party in a posher bar. At this point the night gets very blurry.
I know I drank more beer and had quite a few shots and made quite good friends with a random girl that sat down at our large table. Now I do apologize to this lovely couple who were just starting to date but I seemed to think it was really funny that his name was Gary. For anyone who isn’t from the UK, Gary isn’t really a nice name to have (think trailer trash). I know I was laughing out loud at his name and saying it quite often. I also thought it was a great idea to give this girl dating advice…like I am in any position to give dating advice normally let alone in a drunken state. I believe we entered a few other drinking establishments and at one point while walking down the street I saw a guy running with a pizza box and his friends cashing after him to get a slice. I politely asked for one even though I wasn’t hungry I just wanted the satisfaction that I could get one which I succeed in doing and gave the slice to my Back Up Boy to the anger of all the pizza boy’s friends.
That’s right fans Disgracie had entered the building!
I woke up with a throbbing head and not a clue where I was the next day, although Back Up Boy doing his back up boy duties still wanted to hang out. I couldn’t move though so I rescheduled for a personal tour of Edinburgh the next day.
The next day I waited, yes I actually waited for a boy to call. I don’t remember doing that since grade 10 when a boy from my science class said he would take me to a party but he forgot me and didn’t call. That was the last time I waited for someone to call me but there I was in the Edinburgh flat looking out the window down to the Bohemian neighborhood waiting. Nothing! I decided to go for a walk; I walked to the royal mile with all its souvenir shops, kilt and whiskey shops. I walked passed people trying to get you to sign up for the ghost tours and the cathedrals and churches, pub after pub until late in the day I get a message telling me he had just woken up and he was too hung over to meet me…another friend’s birthday. I was beginning to think this was just like the Mexicans and their sick mother excuse that they all use!
He felt bad but asked if we could hang out on Wednesday; my birthday. I wasn’t a fan of this idea. I didn’t want a failed back up to ruin my birthday, it is the most joyous occasion of the year! This was the exact moment that I knew from now on I need to back up my back up.