So Sunday evening came around at last, and I celebrated rather mutedly I have to admit, in anticipation of my week of planned relaxation vacating in the countryside. As planned (see, it wasn’t just an excuse to get rid of Movie Man) Sneezy-K and I hopped along to the Common to meet Irish, Nora, Maestro and Flutey for a lovely girly dinner.
Nb, Maestro counts as a girl in these circumstances.
Of course, one thing I hadn’t taken into consideration was the existence of FOOTBALL. For fecks sake, even SOUK was showing football, my previously undiscovered magical Moroccan paradise that I’ve since learned is a chain and I just never noticed. Huh.
At last, we found a place that wasn’t showing football – Strada. Boring, a bit rough around the edges, but damn it they had wine and a table and we had the company! Lets take a little moment for a couple of the presents that came at me by the by…
Nora: a varied selection of Green and Blacks Chocolate bars, tied up in a neat little bow to discourage me from devouring them there and then, and a card that litters the ground with sparkle and other magical things whenever it’s opened. Sorry cleaning lady.
Irish: Cutesy keyring for my new flat (when I finally get it), some other lovely trinkets… and condoms.
Ironically, they will probably get used before the keyring does.
Sometimes, my friends know me so well it scares me.
Anyhoo, most important and crigeworthy was the fact that Flutey was there. We haven’t seen each other for bloody ages, and have hardly even texted for months, what with my job being so crazy and her working evenings with her show, which kind of lead me to forget what great mates we really are.
Oops. Did I sleep with a man she’s a bit in love with last week? Yes, yes I did.
The thing is, she’d probably not be all that surprised if I told her. She knows what I’m like – and she knows what he’s like – and she’s fully aware that I’m not likely to fall in love with the guy since she’s been with me through more than my fair share of heartache over the years, but I just couldn’t bring myself to mention it, especially as it was my birthday dinner and everyone was there so there was hardly an opportune moment.
She later proceeded to demand that I join her in a couple of weeks to see Forbidden’s final show. I think I’m going to be conveniently busy… but that doesn’t mean Forbidden won’t open his big mouth. Yikes.
This is a bit of a dilemma folks, and could be used as a argument against doing what I’m doing at the moment. I’m sure there’s some kind of ‘Ho’s over Bro’s’ analogy that could be reworded to work in this situation.
But all drama aside, with dinner finished and Irish and Nora retiring for the evening because they’re boring (not really – they actually have early rehearsals and flights respectively but whatever) Flutey, Sneezy-K, Maestro and I decide we are not quite finished with our Sunday evening. Instead, we discover that 2 friends of ours (well, friends of mine and Flutey’s) are playing a gig down the road in a bar that serves COCKTAILS.
My mind is made up – to the flute mobile!
A few hours later I had to drag Sneezy away from a rather dishy looking chap who’d just invited her to add him on facebook (I was dragging her away before she garbled drunken gibberish at him too much by the way, it was a kindness. I’m sure she’ll shag him at a later date) and I took my time saying heartfelt goodbyes to the two rock stars (one of which I desperately want to have my way with, especially when he’s singing. Wowzer) before making my escape with Sneezy on one arm and my raffle prizes in the other.
That’s right… cocktails and a raffle! Could this impromptu evening get any better?
Well, I’m glad you asked actually… on the way back I received a text from Almost Famous, who I’d drunkenly texted earlier that evening as I’d just agreed to go and watch Nora’s band play a gig in Brighton next week, where he conveniently lives these days.
‘Are you about on July 2nd?’ (I had texted) ‘Going to watch a gig and wondered if you mind me shamelessly using you as a bed?’
To which I got the reply…
‘Brazen. Yeah I’m around. Use me ‘
Maybe I will, Almost Famous… maybe I will.
Til next time,