Last night, after dinner, my dear friend J and I decided to dress up a bit and saunter into town for a drinkypoo. Went to Charlotte’s and got in a bottle of wine and two glasses, and drank the bugger while gossipping like a couple of fishwives and grading the female punters on their dress sense and faux pas. In fine fettle, we finished up and meandered over to Saxty’s, which has had a comprehensive makeover, involving a great deal of moody lighting, strange paint shades and bleached wood. Pleasant and even nicer now cigarettes are banned! Three V & T’s later and feeling no pain, we floated home.
Overtaking several groups of kebab-toting lads, J looked longingly at the evil meat lurking in said kebabs and as we walked past, one of them said, ‘You know you want some!’ J being J turned round and we ended up with an impromptu but highly welcome bodyguard home, plus free kebab meat on tap. I ate the chap’s tomatoes as a public service, as he didn’t like them. Jo cleaned him out of all the ‘nice’ bits and left him with bread, sauce and lettuce. Poor fella!
As they dropped us at the corner of my road one of them said, ‘You were in Saxty’s tonight - what do you think of the makeover?’ All I could think to say in my shedded state was ‘Turquoise!’. They laughed, agreed, and disappeared up the road.
Oh, I am soooo jealous–sounds like a perfect night out…
It was - not too loud, not to extreme, not too much of anything except relaxing!!
On Saturday, a good friend and I drove a couple of hours away to go shopping, have lunch, talk and laugh. Sigh. Nothing like a day like that to refresh you!
Wonderful to have friends. I think they are the blessing of my life. Well, I have a number of blessings, but you know what I mean! I couldn’t get by without my friends.
And my mother hasn’t even got one female friend who she’s close enough to to talk to. Most of her female friends don’t even know how old she is. She’s frightened to tell them in case they don’t like her any more. Not really all that close, are they?
My eyes are blurry. I stayed up foolishly late doing things that had to be done.
I recall pleasant evenings wandering about and being accosted by bold female humans who wanted me to share my food with them. That always lead to giggling and usually lead to food sharing. I remember once when it didn’t. The food was disgusting and I said so and the woman believed me. That resulted in food being thrown out.
I think I’ll write three short emails, surf two pages, and go to bed.
Casual camaraderie is a real product of our times. A lovely sidebar to a great night out! Plus, food that you ‘borrow’ has no calories (apparently).
Look at this. I’m up too early. I like the ‘borrow’ing no calories notion. Then again, I’m a stick figure. No. I used to be. Now I’m an amorphous blob but I’m still shaped like a stick figure. This must be confusing. I’m not quite awake.
Know how you feel - I never blog before my second coffee!
And now I’m awake but I think I want a nap.
I think it is funny when comment threads become just conversations that having nothing to do with the original post. I think politeness means that shouldn’t really happen ’till after some number of comments. I started earlier than usual.
I had two much better ideas for things to put on my blog after having put what I did put up. I think that’s extra funny. I quite like that blogs are typically neither well organized nor a good representation of a person’s life or character. I think I’ll make one of the ideas I had as a new page.
Maybe I’ll have a peanut butter sandwich first though.
That’s what I love about blogging. The threads go off at interesting tangents!
Oh oh oh! You are perfect!
Yesterday afternoon, I went looking through some of my old posts. I looked at the posts and thought they were kinda boring. (I remembered having fun writing them but re-reading them wasn’t as fun). Rereading comments really made me laugh and occasionally warmed my heart.
Comment streams are a source of neverending pleasure for me. I look back at them and I can see my friends thinking. They are like fossilised conversations. Amazing.
Yep. That they are.
One of the other things I like about them is this thing I’m doing now. One can carry on a very slow conversation. I’ve put your comments into RSS so I’ll see your reply here. But, I’m a turtle at reading RSS so who knows when I’ll see it (assuming you make one).
Now, back to what I was yapping about. There was a particular thing that really warmed my heart when looking at my old posts. I looked at my first post and saw who my first visitors. It reminded me of when I was new to this place. It reminded me of how much I like the people who followed me here (or arrived simultaneously) and how long we’ve been writing one another silly little notes (and sometimes really serious things ’cause life gets that way sometimes).
This is like playing chess by post, isn’t it! What fun!
That it is. There’s is a thing I’ve found with chess by post. I wasn’t ever able to complete a game by snail mail. Even email didn’t work for me. But I have been able to play entire games of various things taking turns day by day across the net.