Do you get me?
Happy days!
Off the hook, weekend.
No traumas!
Just drinking, loving, dancing and noshing!
Let me begin:
Friday was a dire day, was on my ownio at work all day as the boys were golfing, so was glad as can be to get out Friday night, if only for a bit of human interaction.
So donned on my best summer outfit, beige linen skirt, t.shirt and mules.
Called for Hayley at 8pm, who had a bit of drama at the cash machine, i left her and went to the bar in spoons (I'm so shallow). Got myself a lagertop (1st bevy in 5 days), and went and chatted to Warren and Caroline, (de ja vue last week).
Told them about last weeks antics, oh we can all laugh about it now!
Dean Worrall arrived followed by Andy (obviously living by the seat of his pants as he works Sat a.m and usually stays in of a Fri evening).
Repeated the trauma, to Dean who laughed like a drain and Andy who snorted and shook his head while looking at his feet.
Next Tina, Jo and Beth arrived at 9.30pm, 11/2 hrs late as the hairdryer had blown up!!??!
I was on my 4th pint, the evening was going nuclear, us 5 girls went up to the Old house at home, i had 2 more in there, them 4 lunatics had cheeky vimtos (blue wkd and port), i was horribly sleepy drunk, not "hey look at me, i'm shitfaced", more "oh my god what have i done, how can i get rid of this feeling and come round before last orders?".
10.50pm we mosied up to the Station, where i asked for shandy, but the barrel had run off, so by the time she's changed it she'd forgotten and given me full fat beer. Oh no!!
Tina, Beth, Jo and Hayley were merrily supping 4 vodkas in a pint glass with a dash of lemonade and a straw, i however was struggling to speak.
Oh, me!
Rach, Ruth, Mark, Zoe and Alan had arrived, i chatted to James and James, forced another pint down, followed by 3 glasses of water as i could take no more.
Staggered up to the regal, looking nothing like a lady with my skirt tucked in my knickers.
Did a bit of jigging about and had another beer (had come round a bit after my H2O).
Then saw Caroline and Deano with Andy.......what's he doing here when he has to work at 7am tomorrow.
Didn't give a shit and gladly fell into his arms, mumbling "I've had too much to drink, take me home".
Oh no, he wanted to dance......dragged me by the arm, did some more jigging about.........trying my best to look sexy and not sweat so much.
Next had a Bermuda triangle experience, as one minute we were kissing and holding hands in the Regal bar and 1 nanosecond later, i was mopping up Stella from the living room carpet, where either one of us had kicked it over as we were frantically ripping each others clothes off........do! so blurry, drunken sex, Marlene's so proud!
Then i guess i collapsed unconscious for 10 hrs, awoke with a tiny brass band, playing the floral dance inside my skull, drank 2 litres of coke. Phoned Matt to see if his cold was better and made the decision to go over to Manchester for the night, as the other option was to kick my heels for the next 6 hours until Hayley picked me up to go to the sportsclub (too late to watch the cricket and to sit and watch her serve behind the bar, until Tina and Beth showed up)..........nah!
Called at Marlene's, Tesco's got ready and set off at 5pm, got lost in the centre of Manchester, ended up near Piccadilly, but got directions from the Stephenson and was safely in his flat for 6.30pm. I'd taken tea which wasn't as nice as it should have been (maybe leaving it in the car for 3 hrs in the baking heat wasn't such a good idea).
So we waded our way though, dips, tortillas, enchiladas, spicy wedges, breaded mushrooms and cream buns, with a warm Stella.
Got a wriggle on, got changed and hit canal street at approx 8pm, fucking hell, it was like AyaNapa..........hommo's spilling out of every pub, plastic glasses littering the streets, more pikey hen nights than you could shake stick at! Bid burley lesbians, wanting to fist fuck me, well probably!!
What an ace night, as always in the company of my china plate mate..........
Had a pint in the New Union, 4 in Via Fossa and 4 in Churchill's, chatted about nonsense all night, with a bit of politics thrown in.
Matt saw his ex shag Chris in Via Fossa, who was trying to cuddle a colleague to make Matt jealous.
We made loads of great mates at 2am, as the bar was shutting and we were hurried through into the main bar area, Matt had bought a baileys and an orange WKD for his last drink, i was trying another pint. I'd found a party blower and Matt was, entertaining me but he's torn the end off, it wasn't as good.
We stopped on the way home to chat to a busker singing Oasis melodies, i randomly ended up accompanying him with a harmonica, while Matt and i, were chuntering "do you know, so and so?".
He was a rubbish busker with a 5 stringed guitar, so i gave the mouth organ back to it's owner and we went on our merry way (well after 1/2hr).
We got in at 3am, Matt put Big Brother live on to my dismay, i was stripping off to get my chemise on and made the decision to kip on the floor so i could stretch out.
Sunday went for a wee at 9am, was just dropping back off to sleep at 11.30am,(having a dream about me, Rach and Spug traveling the world in a tent, i'd just called at Boots for some last minute supplies) when Matt came and plonked on the sofa, and started channel hopping (seemingly ALL men do this, not just the ones who like fanny), what the Fuck??!!?
I layed there groaning, refusing to move, for at least 1/2 hr, until.......he was to save the day with paracetomal, water, buttered muffins, freshly ground coffee and bacon sarnies.
Sat around watching Hollyoaks, sighing, until i was well enough to drive home.
Dropped Matt at sainsburys and headed to the M602, arrived back at 3pm, to cats folding there arms and tutting in my face.
Usual Sunday shite, 3 loads of washing, roast chicken dinner, watched drek on T.V, had the door open all day.....to cats delight.
Was fooked by 8pm, so went to watch the portable upstairs and was asleep by 10.20pm.
Awoke this morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed, to a txt from Ginger Dean wanting to know if i was going for Sunday Shandies.......doh!
Plus a miss call from Paul at 1.20am, pissed and back from his honeymoon, boy he looks rough today, blood shot eyes to complement the Barbados tan.
Wouldn't catch me carrying on like that!!! ;o)
Off the hook, weekend.
No traumas!
Just drinking, loving, dancing and noshing!
Let me begin:
Friday was a dire day, was on my ownio at work all day as the boys were golfing, so was glad as can be to get out Friday night, if only for a bit of human interaction.
So donned on my best summer outfit, beige linen skirt, t.shirt and mules.
Called for Hayley at 8pm, who had a bit of drama at the cash machine, i left her and went to the bar in spoons (I'm so shallow). Got myself a lagertop (1st bevy in 5 days), and went and chatted to Warren and Caroline, (de ja vue last week).
Told them about last weeks antics, oh we can all laugh about it now!
Dean Worrall arrived followed by Andy (obviously living by the seat of his pants as he works Sat a.m and usually stays in of a Fri evening).
Repeated the trauma, to Dean who laughed like a drain and Andy who snorted and shook his head while looking at his feet.
Next Tina, Jo and Beth arrived at 9.30pm, 11/2 hrs late as the hairdryer had blown up!!??!
I was on my 4th pint, the evening was going nuclear, us 5 girls went up to the Old house at home, i had 2 more in there, them 4 lunatics had cheeky vimtos (blue wkd and port), i was horribly sleepy drunk, not "hey look at me, i'm shitfaced", more "oh my god what have i done, how can i get rid of this feeling and come round before last orders?".
10.50pm we mosied up to the Station, where i asked for shandy, but the barrel had run off, so by the time she's changed it she'd forgotten and given me full fat beer. Oh no!!
Tina, Beth, Jo and Hayley were merrily supping 4 vodkas in a pint glass with a dash of lemonade and a straw, i however was struggling to speak.
Oh, me!
Rach, Ruth, Mark, Zoe and Alan had arrived, i chatted to James and James, forced another pint down, followed by 3 glasses of water as i could take no more.
Staggered up to the regal, looking nothing like a lady with my skirt tucked in my knickers.
Did a bit of jigging about and had another beer (had come round a bit after my H2O).
Then saw Caroline and Deano with Andy.......what's he doing here when he has to work at 7am tomorrow.
Didn't give a shit and gladly fell into his arms, mumbling "I've had too much to drink, take me home".
Oh no, he wanted to dance......dragged me by the arm, did some more jigging about.........trying my best to look sexy and not sweat so much.
Next had a Bermuda triangle experience, as one minute we were kissing and holding hands in the Regal bar and 1 nanosecond later, i was mopping up Stella from the living room carpet, where either one of us had kicked it over as we were frantically ripping each others clothes off........do! so blurry, drunken sex, Marlene's so proud!
Then i guess i collapsed unconscious for 10 hrs, awoke with a tiny brass band, playing the floral dance inside my skull, drank 2 litres of coke. Phoned Matt to see if his cold was better and made the decision to go over to Manchester for the night, as the other option was to kick my heels for the next 6 hours until Hayley picked me up to go to the sportsclub (too late to watch the cricket and to sit and watch her serve behind the bar, until Tina and Beth showed up)..........nah!
Called at Marlene's, Tesco's got ready and set off at 5pm, got lost in the centre of Manchester, ended up near Piccadilly, but got directions from the Stephenson and was safely in his flat for 6.30pm. I'd taken tea which wasn't as nice as it should have been (maybe leaving it in the car for 3 hrs in the baking heat wasn't such a good idea).
So we waded our way though, dips, tortillas, enchiladas, spicy wedges, breaded mushrooms and cream buns, with a warm Stella.
Got a wriggle on, got changed and hit canal street at approx 8pm, fucking hell, it was like AyaNapa..........hommo's spilling out of every pub, plastic glasses littering the streets, more pikey hen nights than you could shake stick at! Bid burley lesbians, wanting to fist fuck me, well probably!!
What an ace night, as always in the company of my china plate mate..........
Had a pint in the New Union, 4 in Via Fossa and 4 in Churchill's, chatted about nonsense all night, with a bit of politics thrown in.
Matt saw his ex shag Chris in Via Fossa, who was trying to cuddle a colleague to make Matt jealous.
We made loads of great mates at 2am, as the bar was shutting and we were hurried through into the main bar area, Matt had bought a baileys and an orange WKD for his last drink, i was trying another pint. I'd found a party blower and Matt was, entertaining me but he's torn the end off, it wasn't as good.
We stopped on the way home to chat to a busker singing Oasis melodies, i randomly ended up accompanying him with a harmonica, while Matt and i, were chuntering "do you know, so and so?".
He was a rubbish busker with a 5 stringed guitar, so i gave the mouth organ back to it's owner and we went on our merry way (well after 1/2hr).
We got in at 3am, Matt put Big Brother live on to my dismay, i was stripping off to get my chemise on and made the decision to kip on the floor so i could stretch out.
Sunday went for a wee at 9am, was just dropping back off to sleep at 11.30am,(having a dream about me, Rach and Spug traveling the world in a tent, i'd just called at Boots for some last minute supplies) when Matt came and plonked on the sofa, and started channel hopping (seemingly ALL men do this, not just the ones who like fanny), what the Fuck??!!?
I layed there groaning, refusing to move, for at least 1/2 hr, until.......he was to save the day with paracetomal, water, buttered muffins, freshly ground coffee and bacon sarnies.
Sat around watching Hollyoaks, sighing, until i was well enough to drive home.
Dropped Matt at sainsburys and headed to the M602, arrived back at 3pm, to cats folding there arms and tutting in my face.
Usual Sunday shite, 3 loads of washing, roast chicken dinner, watched drek on T.V, had the door open all day.....to cats delight.
Was fooked by 8pm, so went to watch the portable upstairs and was asleep by 10.20pm.
Awoke this morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed, to a txt from Ginger Dean wanting to know if i was going for Sunday Shandies.......doh!
Plus a miss call from Paul at 1.20am, pissed and back from his honeymoon, boy he looks rough today, blood shot eyes to complement the Barbados tan.
Wouldn't catch me carrying on like that!!! ;o)
posted by Karen @ 10:54 AM
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At 11:36 AM,
Matt said…
Cracking blog Kazza!!!
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