Guilty pleasure 27: Drinking on a school night

When I was younger, there were no school nights. Just nights. Days were largely irrelevant. It was all about the after. 4 hours sleep, no problem. Bottles, shots, glass upon glass. Getting drunk, getting high, living on the crest of the wave called 'never missing out'. Never missing out on what exactly? Everyone else, fearful of the same thing. Of course we were all missing out. "Having fun you say? Umm, yes, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" Certainly something, anything had to be better than the same old places, same old drunk faces, surely.
Now of course things are different. I do more, I see more. I feel better. More alive than I ever did then. Now, drinking on a weekday is illicit and gleeful, if no doubt disastrous for the rest of the week. Of course I appreciate we all need to drink less, and somehow I've certainly managed to lately (the nearly 30 killer hangovers may have just clinched it), but sometimes there is nothing greater than the unspoken shiny-eyed look which passes between you and your co-conspirator, standing on the cliff face of that second bottle, which says Sod it. Why not.

Remind me of this in the morning, would you?

(Wine: Albariño Martin Codax Rias Baixas. Great white, with a bite. Shoes: Nine West. Stilettos you can live in.)

Back to basics

Meeting up with old friends is like a breath of fresh air. It puts things into perspective and reminds me of how I'm most comfortable. There's something inherently refreshing about taking off the mask and letting it all hang out so to speak. They've seen it all before, after all.
I've spent quite a bit of time lately with those who've known most incarnations of TG over the years, and it's been exactly what was needed. When things are tough, and you're not quite sure how the hell you got here, it's good to be with those who know where you came from - and remind you of it regularly.
So here's to the essence of TG, and getting back to basics.

(Shoes: Diesel flip flops. Easy living.)

The wonder of Orange Tic-Tacs

I can't decide which was the most touching moment in the quite simply brilliant Juno. The mailbox full of tictacs or the note to Vanessa. I think I'm going to have to go with the orange mailbox. It's one of those actions which someone does for you that makes you realise quite how much they understand and accept you.
Though flowers are always lovely, and dinner in a fancy restaurant is always acceptable, it's nothing compared to those things which say, I love you for all the weird shit that comes with you too.
Because we're all odd, and we all have weird shit interests – a snapshot of mine being a combination of military fighting vehicles, Nine West shoes and bad action films, preferably at the same time. It's what makes us different, special, and most importantly interesting. So bring me my own geek with their own social oddities over your stud muffin with six pack any day of the week. Except perhaps not with the yellow running shorts and headband. We all have our limits.

5 things

I was tagged by Becky for this one. I quite liked thinking about the things I do for myself, as I've only recently started to really take more time to actually do things just for myself, and to enjoy this time, and these things.

Something which I think has made me an easier person to be around, and certainly a happier one.

The rules are:

List five things you do for yourself
List five things you do for your closest friend, partner or child
List five kind things you have done for a stranger
Have fun
Tag five people


1. Five things I do for myself

Have at least one day or night a week to myself, and that includes not answering the phone
Regularly update my underwear collection
Go to the cinema once a week
Have my hair coloured, expensively
Make sure I keep learning new things

2. Five things I do for my closest friend

Just listen when I know she just needs to talk, not talk about
Support her in whatever endeavour she chooses next
Give her the spare key
Look out for things I know she'll like
Tell her often how much I value our friendship

3. Five kind things I have done for a stranger

Gave them £20 when the machine swallowed their card and they were stranded
Helped them pick out an outfit for a wedding
Helped a child back to its mother
Ran after them when they left their gloves behind at the cinema
Lend them my mobile when they were stuck on a train and needed to call home

Meme-ing Me

Right, let's give this blog lark another go. Becky has tagged me for another meme, so time to get back on the horse. I muse about the goings on of life often, and I like writing, so blogging should make far more sense than it sometimes does.

So, meme, then post. No more thought involved than that.