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  1. Party party

    October 14, 2011 by superlative

    Last weekend was Chris’ birthday, so we had a joint birthday party-cum-housewarming thing at ours. It was the first time we’ve had any number of people at our new flat, and we had a very nice time apart from one major DISASTER which I’ll come to in a minute.

    For his present, Chris has requested some awesomely cool shoes that he’s been in love with for some time. These are they:

    They’re very pretty, but unfortunately turned out to be limited edition and not easy to buy from anywhere. They also cost about £140, so in the end we decided he wasn’t allowed those. BUT, after rooting around on the internet for a bit, I found them for sale from a Chinese seller on an eBay-type site for £35 including postage. For that price it’s highly possible they’re not going to be genuine ones, we said, and they may never arrive as they’re coming from China, but it was only £35 to risk so we thought we’d give it a try.

    And they’re great! They arrived the day before his party, which was perfect because then he got to show them off to everyone and wear them round the house all day. They also look great, and were in a proper Adidas box and everything, so overall I was really pleased. If I were to scrutinise them, I’d say the stitching is possibly of suspect quality, but for the money they’re absolutely fine.

    Anyway, the party was pretty full and Chris had lots of his work friends over for it, which was nice because I haven’t met some of them. And some of them are FIT, so that made it extra nice. Now, on to the disaster.

    As you may remember, our living room is decorated with predominately white furniture. We had said to people before the party (only half jokingly [AKA deadly seriously]), YOU MUST NOT SPILL. We were very adamant about that. Spilling on the floor is acceptable, as it’s wood and can be wiped up. Spilling on the rug and spilling on the furniture are capital offences.

    I think you can tell what I’m going to say happened.

    One of our friends, let’s call him M for anonymity purposes, arrived at the party completely trashed having enjoyed a day of drinking with other acquaintances. Not 30 minutes after his arrival, came The Incident.

    This is an artist’s impression of my lovely white chair before The Incident.

    This is an artist’s impression of my lovely white chair after M and his cocktail were allowed near it.

    I am not joking. That is how much cocktail went on the chair.

    This is an artist’s impression of me.

    Now, I actually think I was very good about it. Sort of it. I was clearly furious, not because someone spilled, anyone can spill and it’s just an accident, but because he was wasted and was being clumsy and careless.

    Fortunately the cover on those chairs is removable and washable, so I spent the next 20 minutes of the party scrubbing it in the sink like a fucking old washerwoman, not being able to socialise with anyone, while M harangued me with apologies and offers to clean it until I snapped at him and told him to go away and leave me to it.

    Mr Chair Cover has since had a wash in the washing machine, and all of the stain has come out because I got it into water straight away. M left me a voicemail message the next day apologising some more, which I haven’t responded to, so he doesn’t actually know the chair is fine again. I’m going to let him stew for a bit and think about what he’s done.

    Next time we have a party, everything is going to be vacuum-packed in impregnable cellophane, including everyone’s drinks and including all the people holding said drinks.


    I don’t know why people think I’m highly strung, I really don’t. I can’t imagine someone more easy-going.

  2. Go Ape – and spend your birthday in abject terror

    May 5, 2011 by superlative

    You’ll be pleased to know that I am NOT still stuck up a tree, and I didn’t end my birthday tragically smashed to pieces on the Bedgebury forest floor. I made it home entirely in one piece in fact, and I had a really nice birthday weekend.

    My meal out at Café Rouge went fairly well – I always enjoy my food and eating out anyway, so I was bound to have a good time. They put us on a funny L-shaped table in order to fit us all in, which I found a bit odd as it meant some people had their backs to each other, but I just plonked myself right in the middle so it was fine for me.

    I’m glad I didn’t only do the meal, because as nice as it was I think it wouldn’t have been quite special enough for a 30th.

    And then we had a drink in a pub, which was fine, but it wasn’t my first choice of place to go. I find it a bit difficult sometimes if I mix my groups of friends – I have loads of straight friends, but if I were picking a night out I’d generally go to a gay venue, where I tend to like the music more and feel more comfortable. But I wasn’t convinced most of them would go to a gay bar, so we went to a pub instead, and it made me feel a bit… meh.

    But that was OK because as I said to myself, that wasn’t the main part of my birthday or the bit I was most looking forward to. That came the next day (my actual birthday), when we WENT APE. Or GO APED. Or whatever the hell you’d call it.

    It was really good!! A really excellent experience and I’m so glad I went. But it was also INSANELY TERRIFYING and not my sort of thing at all, and I spent most of it with my legs shaking from fear and adrenaline.

    It was just so high! And I realise now that it looks much, much easier when you watch other people do it or watch videos of it on the website. You think “woo that looks fun, whizzing about on zip lines and swinging on ropes up in the trees”. And then you get there, you climb a long wobbly ladder, and you find yourself standing on a small wooden platform with just loads of SPACE in front of you. The feeling of vertigo (for me anyway) is immense as the world stretches away far below and before you, and suddenly clinging onto the tree feels like an excellent idea.

    Don’t get me wrong – it is safe. It’s really safe, because most of the time you’re attached to a tree or a safety line by two if not three ropes, each of which could support the weight of a bus. Logically, you can’t fall. The worst you could do is fall about a foot before the lines go taut and you’re dangling in your little harness seat thing.

    But the problem is, for a start, that none of that matters to your brain. Your brain says “That’s a long drop. You’ll die if you fall down there. Back away from the edge now, there’s a good lad, or I’ll make you piss yourself.”

    And alongside that, you’re entirely responsible for attaching your own safety lines to each bit. They train you carefully, and it’s not hard to do, but it’s still easy to think you’ve not done it right, or that these flimsy little ropes and clips couldn’t possibly take your weight.

    So you can see from my description that I certainly didn’t find it easy. Chris, on the other hand, absolutely loved it.

    “Can I jump off this bit no hands?” he merrily asked the woman.

    “Sure,” she said.

    Leap, twang, Chris is gleefully suspended by his harness in the middle of nowhere.

    There were these tightrope crossing things on one bit. Each of us gingerly edged our way across, clutching the safety line and not looking down.

    “I’m going to try to sprint it!” says Chris.

    Sprint sprint, lose footing, fall off side of tight rope and be caught laughing by the safety harness.

    I don’t know how he does it; he’s just completely different to me, and has no problem at all trusting the equipment he’s got on him.

    But anyway, I did it, I went round the whole course, and the zip lines in particular were SO much fun. 150m of whizzing through the air over trees and bushes, with your legs dangling and members of the public waving up at you from below, before a soft landing into a ton of bark chips at the bottom. There were five zip lines in total, and really the rest of the course was just the price you pay for going on the zip lines.

    The absolute worst bit was the Tarzan Swing, where you have to jump from a platform and your safety rope is completely slack before you jump. It catches you after about a metre of falling, and you swing forwards into a cargo net. But throwing yourself off a platform without any feeling of something attached to you is really, really hard. It took me a good few minutes of egging on to do it, and I very nearly bottled out. In the end I made it though, and everyone went “Woo!” at me, which was nice.

    So  yeah, Go Ape was great. And then we had some (gay) drinks and a bit of dancing in the evening.

    I got some great presents including a swanky new phone, and overall it was a great birthday. I’m most pleased to say that it was something different, that it was out of my comfort zone (by about 50 miles), that it was something adventurous, and that when anyone asks me what I did on my 30th I’ll be able to say yes THAT’S what I did, it was outstanding and I’ll always remember it.

  3. So much to blog, so little time

    April 28, 2011 by superlative

    So much has happened since I last blogged on the 20th that I really don’t know where to start or how to write about it all. I’ll do my best though, as I’m sure all my thousands of readers are dying to hear.

    Item number 1 – we’re buying a house. Well a flat, but I tend to say house because it’s just easier and because ‘Do you want to come back to my house?’ sounds sweet and childlike, while ‘Do you want to come back to my flat?’ sounds sordid. But anyway, FUCKING HELL, we’re buying a house! We saw it on Tuesday last week, then saw it again on Wednesday night, and I put in an offer on Thursday morning. It was turned down, so I increased it by a little bit, and hey presto they said yes!

    I’m really pleased that we’ve actually found somewhere we both like, and that for the first time I feel reasonably comfortable about buying. I was always not quite keen when we made offers on other places, but this time I felt much better. The couple selling it seem very nice, and we got to have a good long chat with them at the second viewing that the estate agent didn’t bother to show up for.

    I really hope it will be alright. People have warned us not to get too over-excited as sales fall through quite often, so I’m doing my best, but so far everything has gone fairly smoothly.

    In a whirlwind of activity since Thursday, and despite two bank holidays getting in the way I have: had an offer accepted; commissioned a conveyancer; started a mortgage application from scratch, got it approved in principle, moved it on to full application, and paid the valuation fee; got quotes for surveys; and done some of the basic paperwork for the estate agent and the conveyancer. Not bad really! And now I’m just waiting to hear back about the next stage from the mortgage lender.

    It’s a bit scary, and the amount of things to do is quite overwhelming, but I’m pleased to have ploughed through the first bit, and I’ve had no major hiccups TOUCH VIRTUAL WOOD. Actually touch virtual wood sounds a bit pervy, don’t touch that.

    So that’s Item 1, and it’s a massive relief because we’re both absolutely sick of house hunting.

    Item number 2 – my Dad’s got a job! And at his first interview since he got made redundant too! He’s been applying and applying for things, stuff from the job centre and things we’ve found online, and generally he’s not heard anything back at all. Mum has frequently said he’s not going to find anything, she really doesn’t think he is, no one is replying, he’s too old, that’s it now until he retires at 65, etc. etc. And then a little while ago I found him an online advert for home delivery drivers at Sainsburys, he applied, and he got an interview!

    He was quite nervous I think, especially as he’s not had an interview for years, and I tried to encourage them not to get their hopes up too much just because he’d got an interview. But anyway, he went along, he completed a Highway Code assessment ON A COMPUTER (thank fuck he did that basic computer skills course recently – he didn’t have a clue before), had his interview, and they offered it to him straight away! Subject to references and all that stuff, but still.

    I’m SO pleased for him, and proud of him, and I know he’ll be really good at this job. And it’s Sainsburys, so hopefully they wouldn’t lay him off before he gets to 65 in a couple of years’ time.

    Item number 3 – I’m 30 on Saturday! Eeek! My birthday celebrations start tomorrow with a dinner out with friends and my brother, and then on Saturday we’re going to Go Ape for a foresty zip-liney terrified-of-heights-why-did-I-book-this adventure. I’m really hoping it won’t rain, because that will be crap and annoying, but fingers crossed the gods will smile upon my special day and it will all be alright. And I won’t get stuck up a tree in hysteria and need to be rescued via ladder.

    So yes, lots of things going on as you can see. And now it’s two MORE bank holidays this weekend, before everything finally gets back to normal.

    Right, I better dash because I’ve still got SO much to do.

    Further updates after the weekend, unless I’m still up a tree.

  4. No, Las Iguanas, you shall not have my hundreds of pounds

    April 11, 2011 by superlative

    In two weeks and five days I shall have matured to the plump old age of 30. Hooray for me.

    As part of my celebration of not having died for 30 years and of generally being awesome, I thought I would have a small dinner out with some friends. The restaurant I chose for this honour was Las Iguanas, because I’ve been there quite a lot of times before, I like Mexican food, and it generally has quite a good atmosphere with nice carnivally music and cocktails and whatnot.

    However, their group bookings policy is absolutely retarded, and as a consequence I am taking my business elsewhere instead.

    Look how demanding they are:

    • You have to pay a deposit of £5 per person. Given I’m hoping to have 15 people, that would mean me shelling out £75 in advance, which they would refund on the night, but which means any cancelled places would cost me £5.
    • You don’t get to pick what time you come, they do. For weekend groups, they impose two sittings: one at 6.30pm, and one at 9.30pm. I don’t really want either of those times, nor do I want to be told by the restaurant that’s supposed to be providing a service what time I may humbly come and give them money.
    • Everyone has to choose their food in advance. How much of a pain would that be, trying to arrange it all in advance with friends? And it completely saps half the atmosphere out of it, as the meal is reduced (along with the above demands) to a streamlined money-extraction process where they get you in and out at a time that suits them as fast as possible.
      I should point out that if you don’t want to order in advance, they graciously allow you to choose the Fiesta Menu. The Fiesta Menu is a reduced selection of items that costs £18.20 per person. However, if you add up the individual prices of many of those items, quite a lot of combinations don’t actually cost £18.20. I’m not including the nachos they give you on arrival, because as we all know those are practically valueless. So basically if you don’t want to order in advance, you can pay more and choose from less.

    No, Las Iguanas. NO NO NO. This meal was meant to be about me, not you. I’m the one who is turning 30. You are not 30, and it’s not your party. I’m sure my group would have easily spent £20 per person, quite possibly more once you add on drinks, so this booking was worth £300-£400 to you, but now you shall not have it. YOU SHALL NOT PASS.

    I’m going to Café Rouge instead. The woman on the phone was very nice, they don’t need a deposit, they didn’t bat an eyelid at a group size of 15 on a Friday night, and they don’t make you choose in advance. And I subtly slipped in that it’s my birthday, so I’m fairly sure they’ll have tied some balloons to my chair before I arrive. The only thing they wanted to know was how long we thought we’d stay, so they could get an idea of if they could book the table for someone else afterwards or not.

    MUCH MORE REASONABLE. And much more about the needs of the customer than the needs of the restaurant.

    Stupid Las Iguanas can return to its iguana-hole.

  5. Mods and rockers

    March 11, 2011 by superlative

    I’ve just realised that I have very nearly gone a week without posting anything, and almost ruined my postaweek2011 attempt. I’ve been a bit ill again you see, with a stupid head cold thing, so I’ve not been around to do no posts.

    But I have remembered just in time, and so will post a few pictures of the awesome mods and rockers party I went to last weekend for a friend’s 30th birthday. Apparently the mod look suits me, so I may have to adopt it full time.

    This is the birthday girl looking awesome behind a mic with the band. She didn’t sing, it was for her speech, but she looks just like Dusty Springfield to me.

    Me as a cool mod with my charming new wife Gertrude. A real looker, I think you’ll agree.

    And for some reason there was a huge mural of Julia Roberts. Say hello, Julia.

    It’s not long now until my own 30th, which is slightly scary. This is the Year of 30ths for us, with all our friends turning 30 between September last year and the summer holidays this year. And that’s lovely, because it means lots of big parties and excuses for dressing up. In case you hadn’t noticed, I like dressing up.

  6. Loads of stuff, crammed into one blog post

    October 13, 2010 by superlative

    I have so many things I could blog about at the moment that I haven’t actually blogged about any of them. Which is a shame, because usually anything I have to say is both interesting and hilarious, and you are therefore being unfairly deprived.

    So I will have to do a very quick run down of the great shifting sands that are my life right now, and I apologise in advance for the brevity.

    Dirty thirty
    Chris turned 30 last weekend. Although he’d already had his main party for it (the pirate party a couple of weeks ago), I tried still to make his birthday a bit special for him, and I think he had a nice weekend overall. It was gloriously sunny, which was pleasant for October, and so we were able to indulge his penchant for lounging around semi-clad on the beach one last time before the winter hits. He was also able to take some nice pictures with the SLR camera he got for his birthday, even though neither of us knows how to use it properly yet. The ones of the fit man playing beach volleyball came out particularly well.

    I did some balloons for him at home (he likes balloons), and we had a few people over for champagne on Saturday night before going out for a bit of dancing at the Brighton Ballroom. Not as many people came to the champagne drinking as I would have liked, but I suppose that’s because practically everyone came to the pirate party and you can’t keep on demanding people celebrate your birthday.

    So yes, he’s 30 now and seemed to cope with it rather well. I have six months to get used to the idea before I hit the big three-o myself. Six months I’m going to cling onto defiantly. ‘Late twenties’ sounds so much better than 30 or ‘early thirties’ and so I’m reluctant to give it up. Maybe I’ll just start saying ‘very very late twenties’ once I pass the milestone.

    Open University
    My course has been going fairly well so far, although it is quite time-consuming. I’ve had my first two assignments back just a week ago; they’re only practice assignments, but they’re meant to give you an idea of whether you’re ready for the course and to give you practice at the assignment format. For the first one, a computer-marked multiple choice one, I got 100%, and for the tutor-marked written one I got 99%, so woo hoo! I guess that means I should be able to manage the course OK.  I’ve really missed the validation you feel when you get a piece of academic work back with ticks all over it and a nice comment at the end. I just hope I do so well when the assignments start actually counting towards my final mark.

    Flat hunting
    We have started flat hunting again, as we suddenly found that with a 15% deposit there are mortgages we can actually afford. And in a shocking display of speed, we saw five properties last Friday, saw the best one again on Monday, and today I’ve put in our first ever offer on a flat with the estate agent. I’m waiting to hear back at the moment.

    I have found the whole process VERY stressful and unsettling, purely because I don’t handle change very well and I’m terrified of committing to the wrong thing. I was alright up until the point where we started thinking about making an offer, and then I had a complete freakout and probably pissed Chris off a bit with my general flappiness. I’ve settled down a bit since then, and I was quite a bit happier once we had a mortgage agreement in principle sort out, as that gave me more confidence as a buyer.

    We’ve gone in a bit under the asking price for the flat we like, and the estate agent indicated afterwards that it will probably be turned down, as the seller has received an offer for that price before. We are in a strong position to buy and move quickly though, so you never know. And the fact he’s been offered that price before made me think actually it may not have been that cheeky an offer; people obviously think it’s worth about that much.

    So anyway, I’ll wait to hear back I guess, and then we’ll see if we want to increase our offer or look elsewhere if the man says no. It’s very exciting, but very scary, and I have to not think about it too hard or I start feeling sick.

    Other bits and bobs
    The X Factor has started its live shows at last (bam bam bam, bam bam b’naa naa), and has picked a right motley crew for the final 16. Well, final 14, because two of them have gone already. I hate loads of them, I’m indifferent about the majority of them, and I only like about two or three acts. Still, it was nice to scream at the screen again for a while on Saturday night, and Twitter always comes alive during X Factor and that adds to the fun. My current favourite is probably Treyc despite the fact she cannot spell Tracy correctly, but I also quite like the fitty twink boyband (because they are fitty twinks), and Rebecca is alright, and even the made-up girl band seemed OK to me. Who knows who we’ll end up with by the series finale. It isn’t the strongest year, but I shall watch for a giggle nonetheless.

    Oh yes, and Smash EDO is conducting one of its idiotic protests in Brighton again today. I’ve written previously about how ridiculous and pointless their protests are, so I’m not sure I can be bothered to get into it again. All I will say is that they’ve dubbed their protest ‘Hammertime’ (hmm, peaceful protest, or MC Hammer tribute?), one person was arrested for carrying a blade in about the first hour, they’ve covered their faces again (always a sign of good intentions), and they’ve probably cost the police hundreds of thousands of pounds.

    I’m sure the protest will be entirely successful at achieving the permanent closure of the EDO factory. I’m going to hold my breath. Ready? Holding it. Still not closed? Still even now not closed? Not even remotely bothered by the protesters you say? And nor is Israel? Or the Palestinians? Oh right. Well fuck that then, I was turning purple anyway.

    Smash EDO supporters often like to leave abusive comments on my blog if I dare to question the motive, method or efficacy of their ‘protest’. I wonder if I’ll get any today? Let’s see shall we….

  7. Birthday booze and 30 looms

    May 5, 2010 by superlative

    I had a really nice birthday weekend and seemed to pack loads into it. I also managed to avoid any particularly bad hangovers, which for me is a massive success and meant I could actually attend my whole birthday weekend and not spend it with a cushion over my head on the sofa.

    I came home on Friday to find that Chris had stuck balloons up in our building’s front passage, on our front door, and then around the living room, and had laid out my cards and presents all nicely for me, which was lovely. He’s much better at making a fuss of me on my birthday than I am of him. I opened all my stuff with a nice glass of wine, and then we had dinner WITHOUT THE TELLY ON because it was that much of a special occasion.
    Our friends joined us later on in the evening for some drinkies and some Singstar, which was a nice easy thing to do and meant I didn’t have to leave the house. I think everyone enjoyed themselves, there were about nine of us in the end, which is good because I know Singstar isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. It was unfortunately rather loud though and we ended up with the neighbours banging on the wall at about 11.45pm. Well, in fact it was mostly one friend who was rather loud because he has the loudest voice ever and thinks that singing means shouting, so giving him a microphone to do it into was possibly not the best idea.
    I actually felt really bad, as the neighbours have never banged on the wall before in the six years we’ve lived there, and I know how tetchy I am about other people making noise. I did turn it down after that though, and most people went off home about 45 minutes later anyway. It left me slightly concerned that our Eurovision party in four weeks might not go down very well with them, but that’s normally a bit quieter because it’s watching telly (not shouting into a sound system) and it’s much earlier in the evening.
    I had to get up a reasonable time on Saturday to go to the Children’s Parade and take photos for Chris. He’s a teacher and he was in the parade, I should point out, it’s not that he just likes photos of children. Anyway, the combination of my slight hangover headache and 2,000 children with drums and whistles did not mix very well, but apart from that the parade was quite fun.
    And on Saturday night, as planned we went to Pop Kraft at the Hanbury. We took a couple of friends with us who haven’t been before, and I’m always a bit nervous when we do that because Boogaloo Stu’s nights have a rather…. unusual feel to them. They’re fabulous, obviously, and I love them to bits, but the very first time you go you can’t help thinking “What the fuck is going on?”
    Our friends really enjoyed it anyway, so that was good. I made a cake:

    And Chris made a balloon dog:

    And then on Sunday, as if all that weren’t enough, we had the most GORGEOUS Sunday lunch at the PV. They do a great roast there, and it’s just what you need when you’re a bit hungover and can’t be bothered to cook.
    So that was my birthday weekend, and it was great. I’ve also seen Iron Man 2 and The Reader this weekend, but I might have to write about those separately. They were both good, but obviously in very different ways.
    Now that the dust has settled though, I actually have to consider the notion that I am 29 and have entered my last year before I’m 30. How the fuck did that happen?? 29, at least when I was 10 years younger, has always sounded so OLD. But now that I’m there, I don’t feel old remotely, and it makes my age feel rather inappropriate.
    I don’t feel any different to how I felt when I left uni really. When I look back on my university years, yes I was much younger in my mind then, but since I left and started work I feel like I’ve psychologically stayed the same. Yet somehow nearly seven years have drifted past, which is actually almost twice the length of my whole degree, and that just sounds insane. I know I sound like I’m 60, but where the hell does the time go??
    Oh well, it could be worse. I have a nice life, and a job that pays pretty well, and a lovely flat, and I can go out clubbing and go on holiday and drink booze and more or less do whatever I want. So I’m not complaining; I know I’m very lucky. But I’d be even luckier if my stupid age had stopped at 24 instead of stubbornly marching onwards.
    It has made me think a little though that maybe there are things I would like to have done before I’m 30, and if that’s the case I really ought to get on and do them. I don’t know what they are of course, but I’m going to have a think about it. And then procrastinate and not do them, and pretend I never really wanted to do them anyway.

  8. Birthday shopping success

    April 27, 2010 by superlative

    Having said to everyone that I don’t know what I want for my birthday, and I don’t need anything, and don’t bother wasting your money if I don’t want anything, I actually had a highly successful trip to the shops on Saturday and bought myself LOADS of cool stuff.

    The coolest acquisition was these fucking excellent shoes:

    I’m wearing them right now and I looooooooooove them. They are Onitsuka Tigers, and I’ve wanted some for ages but always decided they were too expensive. They’re not too expensive when I’m not paying though! For some reason I really like the pattern on the side (most Onitsukas have it), and I really like the colours on these too.
    I also bought Amelie on DVD, which I have seen quite a few times but which I really like. It’ll also be good for my French to watch it again too, I must be getting pretty rusty by now. I haven’t read anything in French or Italian for ages and I know I’d be a bit tongue-tied if I tried to speak them now. In fact, some people who are only occasional readers of my blog may not realise that I actually have a degree in French and Italian and am supposedly fluent, because obviously it doesn’t really come up very often when you spend your days pottering around doing (English) websites. I’m not fluent any more anyway, certainly not in Italian, although I could probably make an attempt at French and not sound too stupid.
    Anyway, as well as Amelie I also bought Little Miss Sunshine, which I LOVE. I watched it the other night, I couldn’t wait until my birthday to see it again. The little girl in it is just SO sweet, and the people are all such fuck ups, and the ending is just hilarious.
    So yes I’m pleased with my DVD purchases.
    AND on top of that, I bought three t-shirts. So not bad really! It’s a nice feeling to come home clutching lots of shopping bags and knowing you’ve got lots of nice new things.
    My plans for my actual birthday have been a bit last-minute (because I refused to decide what to do), but on Friday (my actual birthday) I’m now having people over to ours for booze and SingStar, and then we’ve got some friends coming to stay on Saturday and we’re going to go clubbing and be entertained by Boogaloo Stu at Pop Kraft.
    So it should be good hopefully. I hope very much to keep my drinking in check and not get carried away like I usually do, so that I don’t suffer horribly the next day and end up spending my birthday weekend in bed or with my face in the toilet. That would be rubbish and would annoy me, so I must MUST remember to stop drinking at a sensible hour.
    Will post some pictures of the weekend if any of them are stimulating enough.

  9. Over-eating, over-drinking, and simulating cage sex in a cowboy hat

    May 6, 2009 by superlative

    I had a very good birthday weekend in the end, and feel that my 28th birthday was adequately celebrated.

    A couple of our friends came down on Saturday to stay, and we had a nice meal out at Café Rouge. I don’t go there very often, but the food was very good and it was made all the sweeter by our triumphant production of money-off vouchers that knocked about 25% off the bill at the end. I always feel like you look a little bit cheap when you say you’ve got a voucher, but it’s unlikely we would have eaten there without them so they should be grateful damn it.

    Then we did a little bar hopping on Saturday night, just to a few places like Dr Brightons, the Bulldog, Vavoom and R-Bar. Oh and a new one as well, the Kings Arms, which is a new bear-type pub. R-Bar had their music up ridiculously loud, to the point where it actually hurt my ears, so they are in my bad books now because I just don’t see the need for it. You couldn’t talk to anyone, you had to just sit there and wait for your ears to bleed.

    On Sunday we wandered around the shops, Chris made us a yummy lasagne for dinner, and then we got all dressed up for the Wild Fruit Sex Saloon. We enjoy dressing up, it makes the night more fun, and when you’re in costume strangers seem to assume that you’re a confident and fun type of person so they talk to you more (regardless of whether you actually are confident or fun. I am neither).

    Wild Fruit was really good. It was very busy, as usual, and there are always lots of pretty boys there. The music in the pop room was really, really good, so we pretty much just danced in there all night. It’s always a bit quiet in the pop room, most people tend to stay in the dancy main room, but they do have an enjoyable cage type podium where you can practice your pole dancing and take stupid photos of yourself pretending to bum your friends or hanging upside. Chris does the hanging upside down rather than me, he’s considerably more athletic and I’m not prepared to risk a broken neck for a photo.

    We stayed until the end, and must have still been quite hyped up because we decided to go back to Vavoom for a bit afterwards just to make sure we really had drunk as much as we could. It was 5am and the sun was coming up by the time we went to bed, and I have to admit that seeing the sun come up before I’d been to sleep did make me feel slightly hysterical. It’s unlike me to be out that late without fainting, throwing up, or falling asleep in a corner. I bet it was part of some subconscious need to prove that “I’ve still got it” and can party until 5am despite being 28.

    Monday was, unsurprisingly, a little more subdued, and I had a slightly green tint to my not-so-youthful complexion until about 3 o’clock. We did manage another lunch out though (I must have consumed about 40,000 calories over the weekend) before our friends headed off home. They got caught in the stupid protester twattiness unfortunately (see previous post), but eventually made it out of the city after several diversions to avoid the imbeciles.

    So it was an excellent weekend all in all. I’m only just today getting over my tiredness, I don’t bounce back like I used to when I was 19, but I’ve had a quiet couple of days at work at least, and if you can’t wear yourself out celebrating your birthday then I don’t know when you can.

  10. Worship me, for I happen to have been born on this day

    April 30, 2009 by superlative

    Today is my birthday, and I am officially now 28 and Very Close To Being Thirty.

    I can’t believe that I’m 28 already and I’m not particularly happy about it. When I was young I thought 28 seemed like an eternity away and just sounded so OLD. I also didn’t used to start sentences with “when I was young”. Saying that though, I kind of have two opinions on it. I don’t like my age when written down any more, but I feel perfectly happy with where I am and wouldn’t want to change it. I just looked back on my post from my last birthday and found I wrote almost exactly the same thing last year too, so I shouldn’t complain really.

    I have received lots of nice birthday wishes by text and on Facebook and Twitter (and even in person, shock horror). It’s funny how you get special treatment and presents simply for having survived another year. I could be a horrible person (I’m not, I’m lovely) and I’d still get birthday cards. What is it that we celebrate exactly? “I like you, and am therefore pleased you were born, so will mark this day with gifts”? It’s nice anyway, and means everyone gets a special day during the year apart from the Queen who gets two and the people who were born too close to Christmas for it to really warrant two presents and who has enough money to buy two presents at Christmastime anyway, their parents should have thought about that when they were busily getting knocked up in March.

    I probably won’t be doing too much for my birthday today, what with it being a school night, but I’ve got birthday cake and doughnuts to eat at work (paid for by me, tsk) and we’ll probably have a nice meal tonight. I’ll save the proper celebrations for the weekend when we’ve got friends coming down and we’ll be going to cowboy-themed Wild Fruit (insert Rawhide-music whip cracking noise here).

    I’m off to contemplate my third doughnut of the morning now.