Birthday girls and house moves

Friday the 15th, Collected Spuggy and Hayley in a taxi at 8pm, as it was wanging it down.
Took our usual position in the recess on the tall bar stools, MJ was the next to arrive, closely followed by Beth, Tina and Jo....I polished off 2 J2O and a large bag of salt and vinegar walkers in no time at all.
Anyhow i'm not going to bleat on about what we did and where we went as we do the same thing every week.
It was a really good night, i'd rate it at least an 8.....the highlights are as follows:
The way forward is to start the evening drinking juice, as i tried this and didn't lose my memory, didn't fall over or even stumble, didn't try pull any mingers after selling my self respect at the regal doors, didn't get in any scraps...so basically i acted my age then!!!!!!!!!!

GOD i'm such an adult!

So me ,Spug and MJ started small dancing in the Turnstiles, we are the only 3 people in Britain that know this dance, MJ also did his monkey dance, thank fuck he is the only person in the WORLD who knows this dance.

As it was Beths birthday night out, Fozzy played her a request of MY choice....hahahahaaaaaa!!

Chatted to James and back together boyfriend James in the Station and basically spent the whole evening telling everyone how i'd had enough of AP.
At the time i really meant it too!!!

Also in the Station, and ex neighbour of mine Helen, was trying to get off with MJ..erm he's GAY!!
She was having none of it, saying wasn't he beautiful??!! Whatever.

Regal we did lots of dancing, small and large and had some redstripe, i chatted to Richard big nose who never phoned, who said he didn't want a girl interfering with his batchelor lifestyle, turns out his friend Craig spilt the beans, seemingly he's embarrassed coz he still lives with his mum. NOBBA!!!

Spent ages chatting to Craig (who has 8 cats and none of them go outdoors) about AP and erm, Whiskas!
Don't know where Hayley and Jo went, but Beth went for a cab and we remaining 4 went to sloppies, i looked a right fright as my hair has gone into one frizzball with the rain.
MJ actually ordered food, to my surprise......Tina just wanted some cold boiled rice for her sore throat, god are any of my friends normal????
So we're all a bit merry, but behaving until i belched a little too loud and some scary woman/man thing piped up "where are your manners, do you mind, i'm eating??".

We're in sloppy joes for fucksake..........!
So taxi for 4, Dropped MJ off 1st who donated 30p towards the fair, threw Tina out on Serpentine, then proceeded to do my babe impression for Spug as a special birthday treat.
Bed for 1.20am.

Up and about at 9.30am Saturday, collected Kay and William at lunchtime and went to both Aldo's and Marco's which were both closed.
Ended up at the Gray Ox in Hartshead which was absolutely the right choice, Mmmm!!
We had posh sandwiches and homemade chunky chips with desserts to die for.

Will, meanwhile was trying to set fire to the pub with a napkin and a candle.

Set off to the watch the cricket so Kay could cop a glance of AP, waterlogged pitch, no cricket today!!!!!!
Found Spug birthday girl at the bar, had a lovely afternoon....
Me, Will and the birthday girls.......watched the Rugby, the tour team rugga buggas from Skegness were absolutely enamored with 3yr old William, who told them all his name was Mr. Incredible whilst shooting them with his pretend Tommy gun.

Took a steaming Kay (4 halves of lager) and Will home at 4.30pm, dropped my car off, changed out of my Lady who lunches outfit, got into my jeans, freshened up and walked back down to the sportsclub.

AP was in the main room, with his remnants of black eye.
Spug was power drinking mad drink concoctions, me and Katy stuck to shandies, unlike the men in blazers who'd been playing with funny shaped balls, who were polishing off pints of piss, yards of ale, tomato juice with tampons in, pints that the player behind them had stirred with their knob.
OKAY THEN!!!!??!!

Hayley went home (Spug's birthday aswell) so me, Katy and Spug went to spoons to meet Rach, Dean, Tina and Beth..........more shandies, it was fucking heaving in there, all the rugby players arrived, including AP who'd been trying to catch my eye to speak to me for a good few hours at this point, eventually he stood in my way on the way back from the bar, "alright Karen?", i nodded curtly and said "Hiya Tyson". and sat down, we then moved to the Turnstiles stayed approx 20 mins as Hemmy had phoned to see where Spug was and then returned to Spoons, Andy had gone home mullered (which really was a blessing, i suppose).

So drunk rugby players, beer throwing, loudness, Katy was with her man (the pair have moved into their new home today), Spug pulled Neil, Hemmy was asking for a full report on the snog last week, Joff pulled the beautiful Jenna, after telling me that Hemmy hated cats and had lied to me last week, while trying to bed me....(are there any decent men out there, who don't spout shite OR take it up the arse?).

Last orders, i really wanted curry BUT went to the regal as it was Spugs birthday, unfortunately i only stayed 10 mins and had a lemondade, i then realised although i'd been on shandy i'd actually been out for 12 hours, tired Tim???!!?

Was in bed before midnight....ALONE!!!

Lovely day yesterday:
Up, dressed, Tescos, Marlos, 2 loads of washing, windows washed, endless other chores ya di ya!!! made a huge hearty brunch, made the entire weeks pack up and froze them (god i'm so anal) watched Eastenders omnibus, then went to Rach and Deans and Baby Megans new house last night for some vino and an Eastern spice!!! Yummy, it was well nice!!

Monday morning news, Kay has woken up with chicken pox (hopes that i've had it), still this is a perfect excuse for her not to dye my hair with copper and brown lowlights, even though i readily agreed on Saturday have had a think about it and bottled it!!!!!!!!!
The weather forecast for Sunday says cloudy but not rain, still think i'll re-schedule BBQ for sunnier weather.
Might go to Aldo's on the 29th........knack all else to do!
Or the Whickham Sunday lunch, might see if Marlo wants to go to the Gray Ox next Monday..

Oh i don't fucking know, what's to celebrate??? 36..??!!
Last but not least, boss's son Fuckwit Elliott is now in a wheelchair after completing the London marathon yesterday....give me strength!!!