So, Friday afternoon, I escaped to the big city for the week-end. Hey, my mate doesn’t call me lastminute.com for nothing! But then, she likes things planned ahead. I’m really not that organised, more of a free spirit me. So, planned to meet with a couple of friends and be totally reckless. I wanted time to forget about my many issues holding me back, my need for love, the loneliness I felt daily, the hurt I’d had over the last few months and just be me. To let that fun, outgoing, friendly, sexy and outrageous - at times - side of me out of its cage for a tiddly bit. I don’t let it out much lately, so it was really keen to see the bright lights of the night.
Now, before you get all excited… No Mr Big. Turned out, he was in France, of all places, on a tour. Good thing then, you'll agree, that I wasn't banking all my fun time on him. Yes, I admit, it would have been nice to see him, but being aware of his whereabouts before hand meant that the knowledge barely affected that side of me’s needs and enthusiasm to get out. And so, it did. Oh, it really did. And it had a fabulously fun time!
Friday night was rather calm and reasonable. Had a bottle of wine with a nice Chinese meal in a very quiet restaurant. Yes, had the bottle all by myself. Ella decided one glass would suffice her. I had other ideas. Besides, I’d received an e-mail just before going out that shook me slightly and I wasn’t going to let some laying in feeling raise its ugly head during my week-end of irresponsible fun. I had a plan and no man, nor my feelings for him, was going to be able to stop me!!! Oh, I hear you, a bit of wine isn’t that bad, really. And I guess, in the grand scheme of things, and within this drinking culture we now live in, I admit, it was a child’s game. But you got to start somewhere. And more importantly, you have to pace yourself. I still had Saturday night to come, and I knew being out with Kat was going to require all my commitment to my original plan. Friday night was just easing me in, a warm up, if you will!
And, thanks to Ella’s 6 years old daughter, I even got the opportunity to feel the lack of sleep as she made her way into my bed at 6.30 in the morning, with cat in tow and children’s TV to entertain yours truly. I love children, I love children, I love children, yes I do, yes I do, yes I do … But not at 6.30 on a Saturday morning after too much red wine!!! I did try to ignore her, but I should have known better really, because it just made it worse as the more I ignored her, the more attention she wanted. I know this; it’s my job to know this! But I’d left my professional hat at home, and by God, did I pay the price for it there and then. But I was a great friend as I let Ella sleep in until nearly 9. Oh yes, I am a fantastic friend! She bought me breakfast later on, so we’re even ;-)
I made it to Kat on time, for once. Hey, I said I’d be there by 3pm and I was there at 2.55pm. What more do you want from me!?!?! Kat is one of those limited edition types of friends. At least in my life. She’s 40, got no kids, no hubby, and can party the way only the brits can. Took me long enough to get to her level of commitment when taking to the night, she’s one of those pros. But Saturday night, I wanted to make her proud. To show her how far I had come and how well she had taught me. Although, after reflection, I think we both were slightly surprised by how far I really had come. Ooops!
To be continued…
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