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lolabobsSo, I went to a hen night that I survived by sitting with a mother of four and debating whether the children coming into the club wearing naught but a second skin were old enough to be out without their mothers! (With the added highlight of watching the men (who were very much old enough to be out without their mothers and shamefully far too old to be letching after the 17year old girls), falling up the cunningly disguised steps at the end of the bar - strut strut strut, pose, strut TRIP! it was quite the highlight of the evening!)
I really am getting old though, I googled the new nightclub wee were going to, and all I could find was a youtube video of the toilets! The urinals in the gents are apparantly lit to change colour - can't quite see the appeal myself - perhaps they're designed to soothe embarassment after the chaps have arsed over on the way to the loos??
That was Saturday's night out, Friday was the theatre as mentioned before - and Wednesday I had a Birthday meal to go to. That was fun, food was good and company relaxed and mellow. The birthday boy was raving about the fact he had gotten out of bed that morning and come downstairs to find a giant box of lego, with his Lightning Mcqueen birthday cake on top, and his Lightning Mcqueen duvet cover to the side. He was very happy, and, although I know what it is to be a fan of something, I did spare a moment to wonder what his parents thought as they laid out these presents for their 32year old son...
Wednesday I also tried Durian paste for the first (and last!)time I always thought it was supposed to smell foul, but taste sweet.... not so much. Foul is the overiding theme there - that and mockery as I was the only one at work 'stupid' enough to taste it!
And to round off my week, yesterday I had a prison visit booked, after much debate I had to book a hire car as it was just beyond the distance at which we are allowed to drive our own car. Booking car was a fiasco as they didn't have the 'authorised' model and I had to negotiate an upgrade over many many phone calls. At one point I was threatened with a four by four, but on the day a nice shiny Golf arrived. Off I tootled.
I got 30 miles down the road when bells and whistles and warning lights started flashing at me. I managed to pull over into a petrol station where I watched as what remained of the oil in the engine poured onto the forecourt. Then I sat in the sun for an hour or more waiting for the (very nice) AA man. Who took me to the car hire place where they gave me a car to drive home in. It was a "3 series BMW" which caused some envious comments but means nothing to me. (It did amuse me that on the phone to the car hire place the AA man had to hand the phone over so the girl could ask was I prepared to drive such a car... was I supposed to be scared of it?) Anyhoo, my visit was obviously cancelled, but I quite enjoyed my enforced hour reading in the sunshine. Especially as it was on work's time!
And that was the week that was.
I really am getting old though, I googled the new nightclub wee were going to, and all I could find was a youtube video of the toilets! The urinals in the gents are apparantly lit to change colour - can't quite see the appeal myself - perhaps they're designed to soothe embarassment after the chaps have arsed over on the way to the loos??
That was Saturday's night out, Friday was the theatre as mentioned before - and Wednesday I had a Birthday meal to go to. That was fun, food was good and company relaxed and mellow. The birthday boy was raving about the fact he had gotten out of bed that morning and come downstairs to find a giant box of lego, with his Lightning Mcqueen birthday cake on top, and his Lightning Mcqueen duvet cover to the side. He was very happy, and, although I know what it is to be a fan of something, I did spare a moment to wonder what his parents thought as they laid out these presents for their 32year old son...
Wednesday I also tried Durian paste for the first (and last!)time I always thought it was supposed to smell foul, but taste sweet.... not so much. Foul is the overiding theme there - that and mockery as I was the only one at work 'stupid' enough to taste it!
And to round off my week, yesterday I had a prison visit booked, after much debate I had to book a hire car as it was just beyond the distance at which we are allowed to drive our own car. Booking car was a fiasco as they didn't have the 'authorised' model and I had to negotiate an upgrade over many many phone calls. At one point I was threatened with a four by four, but on the day a nice shiny Golf arrived. Off I tootled.
I got 30 miles down the road when bells and whistles and warning lights started flashing at me. I managed to pull over into a petrol station where I watched as what remained of the oil in the engine poured onto the forecourt. Then I sat in the sun for an hour or more waiting for the (very nice) AA man. Who took me to the car hire place where they gave me a car to drive home in. It was a "3 series BMW" which caused some envious comments but means nothing to me. (It did amuse me that on the phone to the car hire place the AA man had to hand the phone over so the girl could ask was I prepared to drive such a car... was I supposed to be scared of it?) Anyhoo, my visit was obviously cancelled, but I quite enjoyed my enforced hour reading in the sunshine. Especially as it was on work's time!
And that was the week that was.
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Date: 2012-03-09 11:52 pm (UTC)When I was a teenager, I liked to wear clothes. Then again, I didn't have a body worth showing off and I tended to feel the cold easily. I don't see noticing that kind of thing a sign of getting old, but a sign of having more sense than some people.
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Date: 2012-03-10 10:04 am (UTC)And yes, clothed was always the option for me!
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Date: 2012-03-10 07:05 am (UTC)My parents STILL can't afford to buy me lots of Lego. Maybe I should buy myself a big box of it :)
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Date: 2012-03-10 10:08 am (UTC)Heh- that is a perk of gettingolder and having a little disposable income, you can buy yourself the things your parents couldn't afford to!
(Mind you that's anotherthing I take as a sign of getting old - I used to like SIndy dolls when I was little, and I remember every Christmas getting spending money and spendng absolutely ages choosing which accesory I would buy with my money - now I tut and putter when I see friends buying their children *everything* in a range. I grimace and mutter "when I was a child...."
hehehe!
(ps - go for it - buy the lego!)