Whats their story?

 

I read one of those funnies today which said “A bunch of my friends are coming over this evening to play on their phones” this made me laugh out loud for two reasons.  1 is that its funny! And 2 because we are those people!  Its terrible and so rude and I’m slightly embarrassed to admit it but we actually are those people.  Last time the husband and I were out for a liquid lunch, we had to force ourselves to put our iphones away and made a pact that we wouldn’t bring them out whilst we were making an effort to have some together time in public.  We were quite happy playing around on FB and checking emails etc but I had this out of body experience, where I was watching us from the other side of the restaurant and thought “those people are obviously so boring they don’t even have anything to say to each other.”  Which is completely the opposite of what I would want random strangers to think of us.  Perhaps I’m upping my social standing a tad, I’m pretty sure no random strangers think anything of us but if they did decide to play that game ‘what’s their story…’ (you know when you try and decide what other peoples backgrounds are) then I would want them to imagine we are Newlyweds who are Hillarious, Rich and Oh So Interesting. (surely your imaginary life in someone elses brain has got to be fabulous?!)

The 3 R's

 

The Husband said to me the other day “You don’t seem to get rowdy and drunk with me like you do your friends?” and it got me thinking, He’s right! But I guess its really because my conversation is his conversation so a couple of wines over dinner seems enough and I tend to forget how much I’m consuming when I’m surrounded by a Well dressed bunch of Magpies, who are completely oblivious to the disapproving stares of the diners around us.  The 3 R’s 'Rowdy, Rawkus and Rude'.  

 Potty Mouths come out in force and copious amounts of alcohol is consumed, all in the aid of a good old fashioned Catch up or in our circle, this describes a typical ‘Vage (rythmes with Badge) Night’ or ‘Thirsty Thursday’.  The welcoming call of ‘Biiitttccchhes’ is often shrieked across a room as a new friend arrives.   

There’s no better place to be than lost in the middle of a bunch of girls who all have stuff to say in the loudest possible volume and who, due to life getting in the way, don’t tend to catch up very often this days so when we do, its all on.

 I certainly don’t go out to get shit-faced anymore but when the girls get together, one glass turns into two which turns into X amount of bottles pretty bloody quickly.  On the odd occasion, Hair must be held back or frozen carrots applied to head injuries.  Keep in mind we aren’t those annoying early 20 yr olds…we are those annoying mid 30’s booze hags who should know better…but where’s the fun it that!

Start of the night....

and the end!

Good News...Bad News

 

Good News…I had a wee online spend up a few days back, which at  any normal time would have been reasonably safe due to the fact that the husband is always away being an eftpos Gypsy, four days of every week.  Which means that I can have goodies delivered and then spread the wearing of them out over a few days, so he never really catches on to the lots of new things.

This I tell myself keeps him happy and makes me feel less guilty about these small but delicious purchases.  And really how fun is it to receive parcels in the mail?!

Bad News…. He is home all this week so was here when 6 different parcels arrived from our long suffering courier (you would be long suffering too if you had to deal with our mental but harmless dogs every time you tried to walk in our gate)

When the first parcel arrived and he said “How much did that cost??” I of course took $20 off the price (as you do!) I had however underestimated his cunning and his ability to check our Trade Me watchlist..bugga..which told him the correct price.  He was shocked that I would lie to him and now informs me he won’t believe anything I say from now on (so dramatic!)*eye roll

I didn’t factor this in when I keep hitting ‘buy now’ and his frowny eyes really have taken the sparkle out of all my new things *sigh