If you were not aware of what I was upto last night it was bit of a get together with some of my blog friends. The occasion was one of Vi's friend's singing in one of the bars in her small town. There were meant to be more of us but there was some confusion over the day as Vi had said friday 31st. Obviously it couldn't be. Anyway after a bit of plane spotting on the way which they took to mean I was stuck near Luton airport........I should have been so lucky. The journey should have taken about 2 hours but after two hours I was in the M25 car park crawling towards the planes that had started off as inch long blobs in the sky until as I was updating the girls via my hands free I was so close to the planes I felt that I could reach out of the window grab hold of the plane as it passed over and hitch a lift
I'm leaving on a jet plane , don't know when I'll be back again
don't know why it had popped into my head just as I was closing my computer down.
Luckily the traffic soon began to move again and off we shot miles more of M25 looking less like the carpark of earlier. Onto the M1 by which time I was absolutely desperate for a leak. Have you ever tried to drive cross legged .........it isn't easy. Finally I arrived at my destination, not having got lost or taken a wrong turn this time and I hadn't even taken one of my map books..........all you men who think women can't read maps ..............I SO CAN!!!
I let myself into Vi's home having rung her to say I was almost there, she was putting her face on so I was greeted with a hug by the lovely BB (I am still getting used to the new name). I was presented with my first vodka of the evening as I had some catching up to do. stripping out of my clothes for a quick wash and swap my skirt for black jeans, I made my way down stairs in my leopard print heels (knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to walk to town and back in those). The girls loved the shoes. So after a bite to eat (delicious home cooking of course) we set out for the night.
No sooner had we left the house when we met a couple of Vi's neighbours also going out for the night. We all walked together or rather Vi and BB walked together and mr and mrs neighbour** walked with me as I struggled with my shoes (not the leopard print, my jeans kept getting caught in them. So being me and having to be different I ended up carrying my shoes and walking bare foot until we reached the first bar.
After several rounds of vodka and meeting some of her friends we moved onto the bar where the singing was fantastic, we danced the night away. I have not danced so much for more than 20 years. The local celebrity was also there and took a turn on the mike singing his signature tune and a couple of others.
I think we finally staggered back at about 12.30am and surprisingly I managed to walk the whole way with my shoes on so maybe I need to be drunk to wear these ones. So back at the house, more vodka, more chatting, a few revelations, discussions about how many men we have each slept with. A drunken joint post. As both BB and Vi read tarot we had some readings.
I expected this night out to involve drinking and chatting and possibly some flirting etc but what I didn't forsee was finding myself at 3am with something about 7" long and just the right diametre to fit comfortably in my hand as it vibrated from time to time and reacted when I squeezed or pressed the right places. who could have predicted that the three of us would be playing ten pin bowling on the wii just as the sky was turning to daylight and the birds were singing loudly. Both BB and I go the hang of this game fairly quickly which is more than can be said for mario cart where we would both spend ages bouncing from wall to post to wall and even falling into the sea at reglar intervals.
By about 5am I was just about managing to do a circuit on the actual track, but by about this time BB crashed out on the sofa beside me so Vi and I took this as our cue to crawl up the stairs to our beds at 5.30 considering I had been up since 5.40 on friday morning I am surprised I am awake now.
we all finally emerged late morning for more chat and a cooked brunch before setting off in different directions at about 2pm. Believe it or not I was not hung over and hadn't felt the slightest bit ill.
thank you Vi for inviting me again. It was lovely to get the chance to see both of you again.
** The male neighbour (my age) grew up in a village close to the Kent town where I grew up, we compared notes on the various pubs we knew as well as the discos that we had both been to (who knows he might even have been there the night I met my first love). He went to the all boys school while I was at the only mixed school in the town at that time. how weird would that have been if we had known each other as teenagers ......hmmmm there was something vaguely familiar about him but I don't think I did know him.
you can read Bollinger Byrd's version of the night here.