#1427 Saturday Night In no. 8

A Saturday night in, but a loud, passionate and fun one with the best company.

It can get a little crazy.

It can get a little noisy.

And it can get a little rowdy, but that’s how things are when we combine, us with sis and bro-in-law, and best man and fam.

The kids will be running around the house at full speed, (and I don’t know how they don’t collect themselves on corners more often) flying past us adults gathered around the kitchen island, clicking glasses and listening to the latest tune selected that is blasting out of the portable speaker.

It’s love.

No really, it is. We were singing “That’s Amore” with booming voices, swaying to and fro and laughing at ourselves.

“When the world seems to shine

Like you’ve had too much wine

That’s amore.”

It sure is. ❀🍷πŸ₯‚πŸ»πŸŽΆ

#1300 The Patron send-off

How perfect that our send-off party for my old work (note the use of old, not currentΒ  – I am well-adjusted and dealing with it) we have the next-level type of coffee drink to see us off…

Patron.

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Of course. It makes perfect sense. Patron liqueur, a combination of both coffee and tequila…

Arriba!

It was always going to be coffee related. Always. How can it not be when me and my work friends are involved? (note the use of work friends, present tense, not ex work friends… that’s because we’re forever friends πŸ˜‰πŸ‘Š)

Yet I didn’t know it was going to be coffee related… until the shot was put in front of me.

And I thought “I really shouldn’t have this.”

But then I said “fuck it.”

No asterixes either. Just all foul mouthed.

And then it made perfect sense.

Coffee. Of course. It was the perfect send-off for me and my friends.

It makes sense, even if I don’t… πŸ˜‚

 

 

 

#1294 The party keeps going at 50

Pink beads and accessories, over llama-corn pyjamas?

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Why, it must be the end of another party night. πŸŽπŸŽ‰πŸŽ‚

Another 50th, another amazing night. I say that like we have 50th birthday parties ALL THE TIME.

But it just so happens we’ve had some of our closest people turn 50 lately… and tonight it was my bro-in-laws turn.

And what a night. Bohemian Rhapsody singalongs, reminiscing with I Will Survive (many memories there) and a 2am wake up with Baby I’m a Star! ✨

And we’re still going.

Good night to you… not for us… πŸ‘ πŸŽŠπŸŽΆ

 

#1267 A taste of Prosecco

There’s nothing quite like trying something for the first time.

I don’t know how I never came to try it. Prosecco. For all I know, I have, and it has been mixed in with some other odd-ball alcoholic creation so that I didn’t even know I was tasting it…

But as far as I was concerned earlier today, I didn’t know what it tasted like.

And it’s funny, but neither did my sister.

As we came to the realisation, it was decided. We would have it. THEN AND THERE.

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Lucky for us we were having this discussion because we had 3 bottles in front of us and were trying to work out which to open up.

Prosecco ended up being the one.

And can I say, regardless of how it tasted, trying something for the first time, is only made better if you are doing it with someone else. β™₯

(P.S. I had two glasses, so obviously I didn’t mind it too much ;))

#1255 Prepared for a glass or two

We weren’t quite prepared last night. It was our first ever attendance at a school production that baby girl was in, after all.

But yesterday we had watched. We had taken it in. And we had observed one very strong theme amongst A LOT of the attendees…

And I’m not just talking the parents. Hell no. I’m talking the dozens and dozens of grandparents who were there to see their grandchildren up on stage…

Even they were in on it.

We realised that they were all…

Boozers.

In kinder terms, they ‘enjoyed a glass.’ Or two. Or even three, or more…

We had arrived right on drop-off time, the time at which the kids could then get themselves ready for the show… but we realised that there were plenty of parents, already drinking their half-glasses, looking very relaxed.

What? This was a true social function? They had gotten babysitters for this, arrived half an hour early and gotten on the booze…

Why I never…

Why didn’t anybody tell us?!?! πŸ˜‰

So tonight, we were prepared. And we sure as hell deserved it, Hubbie more so, as he carried baby girl about 2 blocks, while we all huddled together under an umbrella as the rain poured down amongst us.

He was protecting her penguin ballet feet from getting sploshed in puddles (father of the year right there 😘)

After we had dropped her off, STRAIGHT WE WENT to line up at the bar, ahem, snack bar.

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We ordered… I happened to look back behind me, and the line was growing out of control, weaving through the foyer area… and then I spied a fellow mum from baby girl’s class.

I see you!

(Cheers 🍷🍺)

P.S I enjoyed the show much more tonight πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰

 

#1250 The different ways to appreciate my friends

A recurrent theme for me in this gratitude blog is in finding different ways and discovering various angles in which to appreciate the same thing, place, event, food… or people.

And in life, it is common that you find yourself repeatedly thankful for the same thing, many times.

Consider it something truly special, if you find it. It’s not repetitive or mundane.

It’s magic. Blissful. Electric. Beautiful.

To find yourself anew with wonder, happiness and a heart full of love, at the same thing again and again… it’s a blessing.

And so again tonight. Dinner out with friends. Maybe not the number of us that there were meant to be, so hearts were missing… but the hearts there were full of love regardless. ❀️

And how do I pinpoint, and make notice of the different ways in which the night made me smile, filled my soul with joy, and truly made me appreciative of the night?

Well, straight off, Thursday night out. It’s practically still mid-week, and us mums were rocking it, school routines and all waiting for us the next day.

Stuff it.

Nothing says ‘stuff it’ better than a mid-week cocktail.

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Stuff it.

And then there were the moments. The constant talking, how silence DIDN’T fill the air…

The coriander.

My name in their drinks.

The spiciness.

How nothing else was open after we ate, and yet we idled about walking from one place to the next, biding time, while we talked to our hearts content.

Or how we stood talking for half a length of a movie outside the cinemas… just chatting, laughing and sharing stories.

Or how we talked a further 20 minutes in the middle of a vacated shopping centre as we said our goodbyes.

And then said some more…

And so you see, it’s all these things that made this night with old friends so unique. And actually, it isn’t at all common, no matter how many times we catch up, where we eat, who is there, or what we do.

It’s in the memories shared with those you love, and that is always special.

Look after yourΒ friends. Good ones are hard to find.

 

 

#1210 A golden birthday

Phew, wow and a big sigh, all in one.

It’s always a big relief when something you’ve been planning for days, weeks, months… comes to a finish and does so beautifully.

And with it, an element of bittersweet-ness follows too.

It was big. It was grand. Things were thrown in my way to ruffle up the Gatsby feathers on my headpiece for my sisters 50th themed birthday party…

But it was still, superb.

And I think we will be reminiscing about this birthday with laughter and fondness, for many years to come… 🎩πŸ₯‚πŸΎ