Now its been a good few weeks since I did one of these.. but as you know I don’t often write innless there is something to write about ... so here I am... however no-one get to excited im not about to announce im engaged, preggers, rich, fallen in love, or brought a new pair of knickers I feel I have to tell you about. Just a general update -
Still slightly going through a midlife (mid 20's) Crises but im thinking this will soon by pass me and ill be back to thinking im a young spritely 15 year old again soon im sure of it..
So.... Firework night has been and gone and I had my first ever exciting adventure of The Tar Barrels.. Now im not going to lie.. Seriously what is up with that.. thousands on thousands of people in a tiny little village where at one point I swear I was "moshing" in a high street... and sadly being the 5ft 6/7 that I am I could barely see my friends let alone a flaming bloody tar barrel.. so I set my sights on the bottle of gin an tonic and plum vodka I had in my handbag... Although, this is probably a good thing I didn’t get to close to the barrels as we all already know im a little accident prone and when we first arrived we were pretty close to one and think I almost weed myself a little I was so scared.. actually I almost did this alot because it took an HOUR to que for the toilets... you had to practically pee, get a drink and stand at the back of the que again because by the time you get to the front it will be time to pee again.. (cue my first experience of peeing in a mans toilet) Although.. there was one exciting/dangerous/thought I was going to die moment happened was when B thought it would be a great idea to go on a rollacosta thing called Adrenalin Rush.... yer....I did not cope well... I also think its the longest time I have ever been stone silent ... everyone was waving there hands in the air and screaming.. I had my arms crossed like I had already died, staring at a light fitting, whilst a few tears ran down my face... I swear I was going to die.. After getting off said Adrenalin rush none of us could walk properly for a good 15 minutes which was another brilliant reason for bringing the plum vodka.... However I have this fun new game that my love V already knows about called The Embarrassing Game...
I am a big fan.. So whilst I was having my first experience of a mosh pit in a town centre I asked B if she wanted to play.. sadly she didn’t ask me the rules of the games but she agreed anyway.. So here is the game... mainly you do your best to embarrass each other... I kept tapping nice men on the back/ugly men and declaring my friend Sophie (B).. Really liked the look of them but was just to shy to say anything so could they go talk to her...I found this hilarious.. B not so .. still I was entertained... I once played this game with V in a night club in
Not a lot else is happening at the moment im afraid.. I actually attended the gym the other night … Zumba… now that was interesting… standing in a room with 22 other women (and one man… good on him) whilst we danced around and grinded our hips and body popped… and what with my lack of co-ordination I was something of a dream and slightly put out that women a good 20 years older than me were body popping like its gone out of style.. Good work ladies.. then again it has been a while since I grinded my hips… (Haha this actually just made me laugh our loud… Sorry parents, God parents, Older generation that know me and read this…)
Saturday I was having a bit of an off day but that all got put to rights with a nice lunch down on the Exeter Quay in the sunshine (and yes it was a date, so that was kind of nice to do.. very nice and relaxed and he was a surgeon.. hello super grown up job felt a bit of dyslexic weirdo but still.. bit of fun hey, also very opposite to my usual type with the old short back and sides military look … however still keeping the uniform kind of in there)
Saturday night was all about getting dressed up and going out… so after 2 bottles of pink fizz at mine with the girls out we went… Black dresses on, Make up on, High heels… not so much.. uggs.. bit more me as I wanted to dance the night away, Tights pulled up to somewhere near my neck meaning that I could wear nice pants and not the Bridget’s.. I still have a fear that the one night I get lucky there ill be standing in Knickers bigger than my whole outfit put together.../ look a bit like im in some body suit.. Not attractive..
After a bit of pubbing off we went into town.. Went to Mama Stones for a bit before vacating and hitting the good old TP.. Brilliant night of dancing, shots, dancing, ect continued.. At 2am the lights came on… always a shocker… normally because you work out the Ben Affleck cross with Ryan Reynolds look alike bloke your talking to turns out to be Homer Simpson.. it’s a bit a run for the hills moment.. Thank god for the uggs... whilst meandering to the taxi rank like good girls we decide to see if we can get into firehouse.. we couldn’t.. However by this point I decided I needed to wee … so after a lot of badgering the nice bouncer if I could run in and pee and offering him my Mulberry handbag… This was dire time’s people… DIRE… he let me in.. Only after laughing at me at the cost of the handbag..
Once inside I pumped into the surgeon which was nice.. After probably staying a little longer inside than I was meant to, I left the firehouse to find the girls.. Girls = a negative.. … so after a few phone calls and only getting A who could only describe the fact they were somewhere near Debenhams but not Debenhams I ended up standing outside Topshop waiting on a unknown man to come and find me to take me to the girls.. cue slightly concerned me whilst in my head there was music going .. dur na.. dur na… dur na dur na dur na (that is the theme tune to jaws if no one gets that) and wondering the best way to get the girls and then get away whilst not being raped and murdered in Exeter city centre.. thankfully.. the boy was actually very pleasant and not a murdering type at all.. So after a bit of a party in some nice strange mans flat we ended up in a taxi heading for home at 4am…
All I can say is that yesterday being Sunday was not a good day…however I have found a new favourite thing that makes you feel better with a hangover… a round of applause .. after having lunch at the Passage with a few people to help clear the hangover we decided to name something we had done that weekend that would earn us a around of applause it went from…. Doing the dirty deed to kissing to the fact we actually got out of bed on such a horrific hangover.. The rest of the afternoon consisted of X factor, Tea, and a hot water bottle.. Hello middle age im ready!!!!
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