Sooo exhausted, must sleep...
BIG weekend. All girl dates, all the time. Something about being sick for weeks makes people keen to see you - not to mention the amazing weather has chased me out of the house into the glorious, glorious sunshine. It's possible I overdid it, though not so much with the sunshine. You be the judge.
So Friday was drinks with my flatmates at my favourite cocktail bar, (2-for-1 happy hour - for three hours!), followed by chips & Magners at a local pub, followed by crazy dancing till 2am at the nearest bar/club to home. I was so *ahem* happy by that stage that I forgot why I stopped dancing years ago: I'm a decrepit old lady whose body can't keep up with her groove thang. My neck is now so stiff I can barely move it, my hip hurts and my thighs are killing me. Oh for my zimmer frame! Thank goodness I was wearing my Sketchers for dress down day, or I'd have destroyed my feet as well. Fell into bed without even considering the possibility of turning the computer on to blog. Thank the alcohol fairy for that one!
Saturday was all girl dates, all the time. The Kylie exhibition - totally tarted up for London compared to the Brisbane showing, with costumes from the latest tour, a massive room playing footage of one of the Homecoming concerts, a recreation of her dressing room (the woman likes her teddy bears, something I can totally respect), and the biggest skirt in the existence of the world - with Irish Librarian. Followed by a girl's night out at this over the top restaurant in Covent Garden - terrible service (being a tourist trap with little repeat service I suppose) but amazing decor and the mains and ice cream are great. Stay away from the "chocolate cake", it's actually mousse and makes Tesco's Finest look gourmet. I was ready for bed by the time dessert was finished, but as one of the girl's was in town just for the weekend we needed to paint it a suitably rockin' colour. The lack of bars open past 11pm in the area led us to a dodge-a-rama club where Irish Librarian and I amused ourselves watching people dance, played "I found you a boyfriend" to great amusement, and discussed ad nauseum every funny thing Chandler has ever done or said. It was GRAND.
Sunday was as much of a sleep-in as possible, followed by the heart-attack-a-special. Breakfast is the best meal of the day, I should really eat it more often. Some American Idol to fill in the karaoke void in my life - all I can say is thank Simon the tone-deaf one is finally gone! Coffee with another girl friend for a catch-up at the best Aussie-esque cafe in London. Mmm, coffee. From there to the local Library for travel books, then to the grocery store to fulfil my new month's resolution of buying and preparing food in a frugal and healthy manner - otherwise entitled Ready Meals Are Bad, M'kay? My next activity was also related to working towards my resolution to Not Be A Porker at My Best Friend's Wedding. Apart from cutting down on the Not Really That Good For You But You'll Believe Anything With A Tick Next To It meals, I also plan to occasionally exercise more than my typing fingers. To that end, I called my physio to see if I could take her dog out for a walk. She was out gallivanting, but her husband offered me £5 to lose the pooch on our walk. I declined and he upped the offer to £10. He was happy for me to take her out for a walk, but less happy when I brought her back an hour later! Once the sun set at 6.30pm (so late! so glorious!) I turned my attention to the preparation and cooking of the food for the week, cleaned my room and did some washing and then determined to be asleep by 11pm. Foiled by the lure of the blog again.
Librarian Out.
So Friday was drinks with my flatmates at my favourite cocktail bar, (2-for-1 happy hour - for three hours!), followed by chips & Magners at a local pub, followed by crazy dancing till 2am at the nearest bar/club to home. I was so *ahem* happy by that stage that I forgot why I stopped dancing years ago: I'm a decrepit old lady whose body can't keep up with her groove thang. My neck is now so stiff I can barely move it, my hip hurts and my thighs are killing me. Oh for my zimmer frame! Thank goodness I was wearing my Sketchers for dress down day, or I'd have destroyed my feet as well. Fell into bed without even considering the possibility of turning the computer on to blog. Thank the alcohol fairy for that one!
Saturday was all girl dates, all the time. The Kylie exhibition - totally tarted up for London compared to the Brisbane showing, with costumes from the latest tour, a massive room playing footage of one of the Homecoming concerts, a recreation of her dressing room (the woman likes her teddy bears, something I can totally respect), and the biggest skirt in the existence of the world - with Irish Librarian. Followed by a girl's night out at this over the top restaurant in Covent Garden - terrible service (being a tourist trap with little repeat service I suppose) but amazing decor and the mains and ice cream are great. Stay away from the "chocolate cake", it's actually mousse and makes Tesco's Finest look gourmet. I was ready for bed by the time dessert was finished, but as one of the girl's was in town just for the weekend we needed to paint it a suitably rockin' colour. The lack of bars open past 11pm in the area led us to a dodge-a-rama club where Irish Librarian and I amused ourselves watching people dance, played "I found you a boyfriend" to great amusement, and discussed ad nauseum every funny thing Chandler has ever done or said. It was GRAND.
Sunday was as much of a sleep-in as possible, followed by the heart-attack-a-special. Breakfast is the best meal of the day, I should really eat it more often. Some American Idol to fill in the karaoke void in my life - all I can say is thank Simon the tone-deaf one is finally gone! Coffee with another girl friend for a catch-up at the best Aussie-esque cafe in London. Mmm, coffee. From there to the local Library for travel books, then to the grocery store to fulfil my new month's resolution of buying and preparing food in a frugal and healthy manner - otherwise entitled Ready Meals Are Bad, M'kay? My next activity was also related to working towards my resolution to Not Be A Porker at My Best Friend's Wedding. Apart from cutting down on the Not Really That Good For You But You'll Believe Anything With A Tick Next To It meals, I also plan to occasionally exercise more than my typing fingers. To that end, I called my physio to see if I could take her dog out for a walk. She was out gallivanting, but her husband offered me £5 to lose the pooch on our walk. I declined and he upped the offer to £10. He was happy for me to take her out for a walk, but less happy when I brought her back an hour later! Once the sun set at 6.30pm (so late! so glorious!) I turned my attention to the preparation and cooking of the food for the week, cleaned my room and did some washing and then determined to be asleep by 11pm. Foiled by the lure of the blog again.
Librarian Out.
posted by NomesD at 10:19 pm
1 Comments:
I so need a life! My weekend consisted of sleep (mainly cos I normally don't sleep until after 2am!) and trying to clean my room which seems to be in a total state of chaos these days (no truly Nomes, it's awful!). I need to get out more.
On the upside, I'm going out for my birthday dinner next week and I plan to get majorly drunk (okay, so, maybe just a little bit drunk). Having "Mum friends" (i.e. those with children) makes it so hard to find somewhere suitable when they have to bring the babes but my other friends just want to go out and party.
Wish you were here to share my party and take me out on the town. Have never been a big partier and Sam tells that I won't like (wonder whether I should listen because the last time I wanted to go camping, she said that I didn't like camping - it turned out that we didn't have a great time because it was fucking -3 degrees and we were in a tent!). But now, I'm getting older I need to get out and see what I've been missing before I get too old to need my wheelchair rather than my zimmer frame!
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