Oh my goodness. The weekend. Where to start…..

Deborah got of the train at 4 on Friday afternoon, it was sooo good to see her. We were both like a pair of crazy women, shrieking and jumping up and down. Honestly that girl gets better looking every time I see her, she is one of those people who always look just so perfect and groomed and just gorgeous unlike me who was walking around all day Friday with frizzy hair and I couldn’t take my cardi of at work even though I was really warm because I had put on a black bra under a white shirt because I was half asleep when I was getting dressed.

So we got to my house and cracked open the wine whilst getting ready to go out. The wine by the way was a box left over from a work party which I swiped. I thought if I hid it in the cupboard it would be safe but, oh no, some of the firemen decided to nick it, cover it in not very flattering photos of me taken at the Christmas party and stuck a big sign on it saying “boozy birds plonk”, ha ha, very funny!
I actually secretly kind of like that box and have kept it in my garage.

We went to Tall Trees Friday night and danced our asses off! My feet were killing me by the time we left. That place is ace but you wait for ever to be served at the bar. In the end I got so fed up I grabbed a couple of glasses, reached across the bar when no one was looking and filled us a couple of half lagers each, and then I filled some for the guy beside me and his mate also.
Can I just say that at this point I was extremely tipsy and it was a pretty dumb thing to do, I could have been barred or anything. How embarrassed would I have been if I had been chucked out!
So anyway, we danced, and danced, and danced some more, we had such a good night. Apart from when we had to wait for a taxi home.

We had booked the taxi to pick us up at half two and he didn’t turn up till three o clock. And I had a dress and sandals (brown platform strappy sandals, just thought I’d get that in) on. And my toes were numb. And I said some not very nice things about the taxi driver which was just plain wrong because he was a lovely, lovely man. A wee star.

I’m a nightmare with taxi drivers when I’ve had a few. If I’m out with Hubby he is always saying “promise you won’t harass the taxi driver on the way home”. Yeah, ok. I always tell them that I love them and that they are the taxi best taxi driver I have ever had and that I like their car and then I make them let me play with their radio. His name was Phil and Phil didn’t have a radio, he had a mobile instead which was a bit disappointing but he was still lovely and now Phil is my new best friend don’t you know.

When we got home at 4 or so we made pizza (most of it ended up on the floor) and sat up and talked rubbish for an hour.

Good grief was I knackered the next day.

Have to go do some work now, The Weekend, part deux will be added later. With pictures. Yay!