![]() Looking back over my last diary entry makes me feel like deleting it as dear lord above, didnt I sound sorry for myself? I wont delete it as we ladies all have periods and we all know the feeling of needing to be locked in a dark room on our own (preferably without a laptop to blog with). So with that in mind I am now doom (and period) free and feel more like the bottle of vodka half full kinda gal that I usually am. Dont get me wrong, some days things just dont go quite my way, but I am big enough and ugly enough to take these things on the chin with a shot of Tequila (because it makes me happy). Marmaris gets me down but it also gets me up and I am on the up side of the scale this week (well, so far so good anyway!). So what have I been up to? Amongst other things, a lot of snogging thats what (but with the same fella so dont judge me just yet). My week so far has gone something like this: Monday: Funnily enough I thought I would wake up feeling on top of the world. I didnt. I found myself still in the labyrinth of impending doom, not wanting to leave the house as I may have to talk to someone. I managed to miss one of team mingers birthday dinners and that just added fuel to the non exsistant fire not burning within. I do not wish to discuss Monday anymore. Tuesday: Finally I woke up feeling nearly me again. It was seriously about time too as enough of this shit I tell you! So I cracked on with some work and then took a nonce into town as the Yanki had invited me to take a tour of his boat/yacht/water going vessel that is looking less like the fore mentioned water going vessel and more like a rough draft of Noah's arc. He assured me that indeed they would be leaving on it in full glory to waters filled with less hassle come mid September. Dam that arc! I wonder if it is fire proof? I shouldnt say things like that as it would be just my luck for the thing to set on fire and burn to the ground, and who would be looked at to blame due to blogging? About time to shut up I would say. Anyway I had a nice tour of the arc which lead on to a couple of afternoon shandy's on the marina where another American captain (all be him older) was also chilling with a beer. Needless to say boys of any age like to talk about big things (or what they like to class as big) and a discussion of water going vessels promptly took place. So I played with the dog. Not my dog but 'a' dog. Anyway I had taken just as much water going vessel chat as I could take for a day and made my excuses to nonce back home (not through rudeness I would just like to add) as I had quiz and bingo to get ready for. How exciting is my life? I would also like to add here that the quiz and bingo went very well and I shouldnt make sarcastic comments about my life when I enjoy doing these things. Anyway, a few more beers were consumed and the Yanki met me at my house (this is were the snogging began). You get the picture. I hope my Mother decides not to comment and embarrass me here, but time will only tell. Wednesday: Hangover, me? Urm, yes actually, but life goes on and I was in a good mood so never mind a little hangover to try to get me back to the other side where the doom is always lurking, preying on the weak. Alas, work had to be done and to be fair, I did it well. As well as one can when ones mind is else where. Anyway enough of that boring stuff as the Yanki was coming over with Pizza for DVD night (and more snogging). The snogging went well, but his pizza ended up as road kill on the way over (so we shared mine), the DVD was good, but we couldnt watch the ending due to crappy arsed thing not wishing to play any further and the Guc Pig (my crazy dog) nearly went back to the pet shop after 6 years of him being with me. I find that telling my dog when he's bad that going back to the pet shop does not work at all, so I may give up on that one. Anyway, I never did mind about the little things and the night was a good one. Even the ex snappy dressing non English speaking suitor calling at 1am didnt put a dampener on things. I didnt answer in case you were wondering. Why is it that these lunatics think that they can get away with calling you all the names under the sun and then when they decide to ring that us Brits will come running? I mean no offence with the following statement, however it is usually because some Brits/foreigners do go running. Notthisbrit.com If you are a gal that is happy to put up with that crap then my hat off to you for having the most tolerance/patience/key giving skills (see earlier posts) to make you happy. And if you are happy then it doesnt matter, but my guess is that a woman with anything about her could not possibly be happy under those kind of circumstances. Feel free to let me know if I am wrong here. Girl Power and all that :) It is now Thursday and that can mean only one thing: Yes I have to bloody well sing tonight as no one ever wants to get up and go first at the karaoke, so that leaves me as the 'hostess with the mostess' to do it. God help those around tonight thats all I can say. Yes dear 5 readers of mine, I am back in the land of positivity and no one will stand in my way of being the happy go lucky vodka drinking gal that I am. Until the next update, happy snogging people :)
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![]() This week has been somewhat slower than last (thank god screams my liver!) and even though I haven't really done to much, I needed the break. Seriously I wonder how I ever was able to party so much without ending up in hospital. I guess thats age for you, its a creeping Jesus and before you know it your a 70 year old spinster with 2 hip replacements (due to excessive partying), a liver transplant (again down to the partying) and a penchant for dogs because you thought being single was the best bet at the time. So my question of the week is this: When is it time to box up your stilettos and start wearing flats in the hopes of landing a Man? I will come back to that one later if I dare... So what has this aging socialite been up to this week? More than I thought actually, so let me begin: Monday: The vampire sunbathes! This was a first, seriously. As Im more of a night kinda gal it was an interesting experience to take the bull by the horns and head down to Greenhouse Beach with Nathan to catch some rays. I refused to take my t.shirt off as I deem it really unfair to the population to get my tummy out in public. The shock would have killed people so best to keep the beast nicely covered. Quite right too! Nathan didnt seem to be suffering from the same affliction as me whilst flaunting his rounder figure all over the beach whilst eyeing up the ladies doing his best 'Joey' impression. God loves a trier. Nothing really exciting happened during our beach day apart from the ordering of a sodding expensive sandwich. I also stupidly told the Yanki that we were now just going to be friends. Why did I do it? Well I cant be bothered with drama anymore and when he text me about the date thing that he had with someone else, my nose was pushed out of joint. Yanki's apparently date lots of people at the same time where us stiff Brits tend not to do that. So yes you could say I was a bit annoyed and with my newly found positivity I dont want to get annoyed, so the best way to not get annoyed was to stop anything that was going to happen and nip it in the bud. Wise decision as he is not here for long anyway and I do so hate getting attached to something that aint never going to be anyway. God I am such a tit sometimes. Tuesday: Doctors for Kastro. I finally decided to to get my arse in gear and take Kastro the car to get a new exhaust. I managed to convince Nathan to come with me by saying that it would only take 20 mins. I lied. Kastro took nearly 2 hours and Nathan was shooting me looks of venom for the entire duration. You see, getting anything done to you car in Marmaris is a bit different from dropping it off at the garage in the UK. Here you simply have to grin and bear the pain of watching the mechanics chat instead of work as its a bit far to walk into town and back again. Anyway, deadly looks an all, Kastro is finally purring like a kitten again. We were going to hit the town however decided a night in with DVDs would be a wiser idea seeing as though my poor body cant take the pain of two day hangovers anymore. And the ex suitor called at 2am. You remember, the one that asked for a key after a week of dating. What did he want? Well Im sure you can imagine, however he never got the chance to ask as I was not and will not answer the phone to that issue ridden fool. Wednesday: Twice in one week? You guessed it, I happened to sunbath again, this time at the Grand Azur. It is nice having friends in high places that let you use their hotels :) I say sunbath, but it was more of a play on the slide day whist Nathan eyed up every bird in sight. Poor bugger had no luck again whilst I thoroughly enjoyed playing on the slide like the big kid that I am. And yes, the t.shirt was still firmly in place. Thursday: Goodbye Nathan, hello random traveler. Nathans time had come to an end but I wasnt allowed to chill out just yet as I had booked my spare room out to a traveling man on business for two nights. I was questioning myself as to whether I had made the right choice booking my room out, but as it turned out, the man was no problem at all and I got paid on time too, so it worked out quite well. I had to go host the karaoke and what a fool did I make of myself this time by singing a song that was just horrific and I should have left well alone. At least I know for next time. The Yanki came to keep me company. What I hear you ask considering he went on a date on Sunday night and I turned into a jealous Brit? Although I didnt play the game of giving him an excuse to leave the date last week and then stupidly told him that it was a friends only option, I am allowed to see my friends, right? Some would disagree, however I did spit all over the poor bloke so I guess I kind of deserved it. Not! Anyway, in true socialite style I got good and drunk and me and the Yanki seemed to be doing OK, and I managed to keep my beer in my mouth for a change. Proud times. Friday: Bored.com Yes a boring day all round really however a plan was made to go ice skating with the Yanki on Saturday. Ice Skating, really? Yes and why not? I dont have much else to say about Friday other than I was hungover and I had a random man in my house sitting in the lounge so I banished myself to the kitchen. Saturday: To skate or not to skate, that is the question. The Yanki came to collect me at 7. As we were going for food first it had to be early. Food was eaten and desert turned into beers while ice skating turned into cocktails. Silly idea thinking that we would make it skating when beer was involved! But if ice skating tastes like mojito's then I really should do it more often. I found myself being slightly bitchy on more than one occasion. Maybe it bothered me more than I thought that he went on a date, all be it a bad one. Sunday: The edge of darkness. Today I woke up with a raging hangover and feeling rather sorry for myself as I had no one to keep me entertained. If I had a boyfriend that would be different wouldnt it? So this leads me back to the question of the week, the time may have arrived to box up the stilettos but I so dont want to have to start wearing flats in the hopes of landing a man. I mean I can curb my partying yes, but where am I going to meet a half decent bloke if I dont go out and party? Its just a vicious circle isnt it? Some may say that the half decent ones dont hang out in the party atmosphere, but that kind of bloke holds no appeal to me at all. I seriously need to change my breed of bloke if I want a nice one. Or maybe its me that needs to change? Yes I must admit that I am a bit of a handful, headstrong and occasionally bitchy, but isnt everyone? So if anyone has any ideas of where I can meet men that can handle the likes of me, then do let me know as I dont seem to be doing very well on my own and Im starting to get a bit bored of it now. P.S If the Yanki were staying, none of the above would be applicable. ![]() Man alive, if I have ever felt all of my 30 years, this week has been the week... Anyway, here is part 2 of this weeks escapades. And yes, there have indeed been escapades... I mean seriously, when isnt there? Thursday (Part 2): I hosted the karaoke evening. I decided not to take my zimmer frame as I find it a bit restricting. In true socialite style, oh yes it was an eventful evening. Thankfully I only had to sing once. You could say that I saved the ear drums of mankind that evening by only singing once. Funny how when someone is a god awful singer it encourages others to fill out their slips and hand them in just to prove that indeed they must be a better singer than the host. Anyway, it was a good night what with Nathan trying to pull every woman in sight, the Yanki showing up late and failing to hear me sing (thank the good lord above), and me with my blistered heels due to wearing the most horrifically uncomfortable shoes known to man (but when they look that good, allowances need to be made). Now where did I dump my zimmer frame? Yep, so far so good. Needless to say we hit the beach front after the Karaoke for a few more drinks. More events occurred. Seriously, and I ask this again, why wouldnt they? I guess there are differences between us Brits and Yanki's after all, and fulled with alcohol I could have possibly come across as a bit rude. Actually, lets be honest here: I was very rude and I know it, but I do have an odd sense of humor. After we could not drink anymore, it was off to the soup kitchen for the end of night refreshments. As guessed I had soup (bloody nice it was too). This is where is started to spiral down the path of no return. My friends know that I have an odd sense of humor to say the least, but people that dont really know me (like the Yanki) could possibly feel that I was being rather offensive when I decided to take the hugest swig of water and proceeded to spit it all over him - yes you guess it, right in the Yankis face. I was creased up in the largest amount of giggles, but alas, the Yanki was not. I just could not understand why the look of sheer fury was tearing across his face making the vain on his forehead pop out like I had never seen it pop before. Needless to say, this made me worse on the laughter front. Yes it is safe to say that at that point I was in full swing of rip roaring, tear dripping, uncontrollable red faced laughter. The Yanki was still not. How odd? The night ended up with me and Nathan going home (me crying with laughter all the way) to a hot as hell house and falling asleep with the air con on, waking up thinking that I had magically transported to Iceland. Iwish.com Friday: You've guessed it, a nice hangover came to visit. Did I feel guilty about spitting water all over the Yanki? No as I was still fulled with laughter about the situation and even now when I think back, it still cracks me up. I had pre-warned the dude that when drunk I do things for personal amusement, so really he knew what he was letting himself in for. Good times :) Thankfully Nathan was not up for going out so we had a nice dvd night with more lasagna. Saturday: Good times once again. My Mum skyped and told me that I am writing far too much about my alcoholism. My answer to that is how do you escape it when you have a house guest that is here to go out and party? If you happen to be on my Facebook, you will notice rather random comments that my dear Mother writes on my wall. Sometimes she even tells off my friends for swearing. She doesnt know it, but she has a bit of a following now with my friends waiting to see what she will say next, what with commenting on my photos telling me I look hideous, and making comments about how she does not want a dead child. And yes, she has commented on my blog a few times too. I wonder what my Mother will comment about all of this? N.B Please see comments below after a day or two of this being live. Mothers eh :) ? Anyway, back to my Saturday. We decided to do the tourist thing and go watch Bobbi Kents Playgirls up at Tepe. That certainly kick started the night off with much laughter. Then it was Bar Street time. We hooked up with my good friend Korhan and I proceeded to test a point. I wanted to check that I was not mental in the head, so once again I found myself taking a great big gulp of Vodka and spitting it at my dear pal Korhan. He didnt skip a beat when taking a gulp of his own drink and doing the same back to me. In fits of laughter, we both stood there covered in drink thinking it was the funniest thing that could have ever have happened. Point proved - I am not mentally challenged. When we moved onto B52s, I bumped into an old but good pal of mine that now lives in the UK. Putting it mildly, I was ecstatic to see him. Then my ex was pointed out to me. Funny how when you are so totally over someone how different they actually look isnt it? Then in true Turkish form we headed to the soup kitchen and met up with all sorts of friends that we had not been out with but caught up with over the late night food run. Yes, another good night had by all. Sometimes I really do love Marmaris. Sunday: Slight hangover but nothing to write home about which made a nice change from the norm. Sadly our plans changed as it was just too dam hot to do anything today, so we had a home day that involved dvds, pigging out and absolutely no alcohol at all (See Mum, Im not an alcoholic, well not yet anyway) (But I am an aged ex rep that just cant hack the pace anymore)... And I think I have actually made a bit of a decision. I have decided that I do indeed wish to leave Marmaris for a while and travel. Where to is another story but Thailand seems to be somewhere that I am toying with. Knowing me the destination may change 100 times before leaving Turkey, but its all good. A change is as good as a break so they say... And the Yanki text. What did he say? Well this one caused me to giggle: "I am on a terrible double date and need a reason to leave". Notplayingthatgame.com ![]() Since my friend Nathan arrived I seem to have found myself being transported back in time when we drank until morning, had an hours sleep, go to work, get home, have a shower then do it all over again. This time round though we dont seem to be doing as well as we are both 7 years older and have the vile hangovers to match. If I ever wondered if I could be a rep again, I now know the answer is irreverently no. In fact, I wouldnt want to be even if I was a few years younger. Going into repping is not going into a normal job, it is going into a lifestyle and if your lifestyle does not involve hanging with people that you would never ever dream of hanging with in the UK, you dont feel the love for booze and you dont want to work every hour that god gives, then this lifestyle is not for you thats for sure. If I had to do my time again, could I? No, not at the merry age of 30 (nearly 31 god dam it!). But enough of that, what I really need to get out is what I have actually been up to since Monday's arrival of the Nathan... Firstly let me point out that he gave me the wrong date of arrival so I was expecting him a whole day before he actually got here (and he calls himself an ex rep FFS!). So when I finally realized he was not coming, I managed to catch up on some very overdue sleep. Monday: Nathan was up with the larks while I struggled to make it through the day. There had been no alcohol consumed as yet as I had only picked him up at 5am, so I seriously have started to realize that a girl of 30 years and older needs at least 10 hours of sleep a night to function and feel less Zombi like and more socialite. Alas there was no escaping Nathans first night of holiday drinking, and off course we hit the town, zimmer frames and all. The Yanki and his Yanki friend joined the fellowship of alcohol gang, and even though I didnt think that I was particularly drunk, I bloody well must have been as I seem to recall arguing with Yanki's pal re vegetarianism and also inviting anyone that would listen to my karaoke night that I host on a Thursday. Not my cleverest of moments as that means I will have to get super drunk just to get on the mic... Tuesday: What a surprise, Tuesday started off with a god dam hangover and a half. Then I turned on the work email and Christ alive I could have died. Over 50 emails sitting there waiting to be answered. Not my proudest day on the planet let me tell you. One email caught my eye though. Not so much of a work email but a request email from a website that I am a member of where you can advertise and rent your room out to travelers. To be honest I had forgotten that I was a part of that community as I very rarely check it. The email was from a French guy and his American friend requesting to book my spare rooms over night. Due to Nathan being here, booking out rooms was a no go, however I had suggested some alternatives, and with that, the French guy suggested drinks. Seeing as though I seem to be up for meeting random strangers on a regular basis, I agreed to the drinks as Nathan and I were going out anyway, so may as well tie it all in with one shot and a few drinks in bar street. And thats just what we did. However before all this, I had a drive to Dalaman thrown in as my friend Helen (Joanne the Mingers sister) had just given birth. Although kids are not high on my radar right now, I obviously had to go as if I didnt, Joanne the Minger would have never forgiven me due to me agreeing to this last night when she called to tell me that Helen had dropped! Nathan was not looking forward to the hours drive to visit a baby, but he got on with it letting me know the whole way there and the whole way back how much he was not enjoying the drive one little bit and how he seemed to be burning up even more as the sun was on him both ways. Silly Bugger. When we finally got back to Marmaris and met the French guy for drinks, I must point out that he was an absolute diamond and I happened to like him a lot. I was pleasantly surprised once again that I enjoyed an evening with random travelers, and it was a huge assed shame that they were not around for longer. Without going into it too much, meeting people that you wouldnt normally meet in less than normal circumstances opens your eyes to a world that exists outside of Marmaris that I seem to be rediscovering in the last couple of weeks. I seem to be itching to get the hell out of here and find more random people in more random places and I really should start putting a plan into action for getting out of the rut that I seem to be stuck in and go traveling. Maybe France should be on my hit list then? I have had many a holiday to France with the Parents when I was younger, but now that I am a nearly worldly wise woman, maybe its time to see France through adult eyes. I best get saving then hadnt I... After all, I do need a break, right? I seem to have meandered off the tale of Tuesday night, but put it this way, a good night was had by me and my randomness as Wednesday's hangover was something so vile that it nearly put me off alcohol forever. Nearly. Wednesday: Thankfully I convinced Nathan not to go out and party. Not much convincing needed actually as he refused to leave his room for the full day. I guess you could say that his tiredness and hangover were holding him hostage. Being the hostess that I am, I decided to cook a mean veggi lasagna and dragged Nathan out of his room for just long enough to eat and watch a DVD. Poor bugger was a sick puppy indeed. I managed to make it into bed before dawn and woke up fully refreshed and nearly ready for round 3. Thursday: And so it begins again... Yes tonight is the dreaded Karaoke night. Can I do a 'Face Off' style transplant just for tonight? I seriously hope that my memory tricked me into believing that I invited lots of people but in actual fact I invited no one. Could this single socialite be that lucky you wonder? Well, we should know by now that no is the answer to that one... ![]() This week has been one of those weeks where sleep has gone out of the window for some odd reason that I just cant seem to put my finger on right now. Now dont get me wrong dear readers, I am not complaining as I have had a rather good week all in all. Yes a hectic week that went down something like this: Sunday: God Dam Grasshoppers. Why to they persist in bothering me so? Its not as if I am a grasshopper slayer so what is their beef? Maybe they are trying to tell me something? Spit it out grasshoppers or leave me the hell alone as when you are visiting me at home I cant get no sleep! Monday: Work was involved at some point but so was alcohol as I met up with an old repping buddy that I had not seen for 5 years. In true repping fashion, he arrived hammered and got back on the coach hammered. Yes it is fair to say that in the few short hours we had together catching up, a lot of alcohol was consumed whilst fighting for airspace in the rampant need for tales to be told. Catching up with ex reps can be a marathon of not just breath but also the need for all the beer in Marmaris to be consumed. Thank god he was not here overnight! Tuesday: No hangover. What an odd feeling due to what I consumed the day before. Dontgetit.com, but am I complaining? Hell no as I had serious amounts of work to catch up on due to the previous days worth of neglect and alcoholism. Plus bingo and quiz to host and a visit to Joanne the minger thrown in too! As the minger was in great need of a chat, so was the need to consume more alcohol, however it didnt last long as my poor defeated butt was desperate for sleep, so home I went. Wednesday: Other than work I had a date to prepare for. With whom you may ask? Well as you other 4 readers had not asked, I had to accept an invite from the non perverted (much to my disappointment) Yanki. Just to clarify, not disappointed that the Yanki had asked, disappointed that he was not perverted :) Once more, fun, food, one too many cocktails were had, some loss of memory, not much sleep, and some good old fashioned drama in the form of silly drunken queens who think they rule the world. Apparently the Yanki and I went on a lying spree that involved us being married and him being Russian. Why? Who the hell knows but I blame the Long Island Ice Tea's. And I say apparently as that is where the loss of memory comes into play. Funnily enough, Kastro had to be dumped and left to weep into the night in fear that Mother would never return again. Silly Kastro! We all know who Kastro is by now right? Thursday: Just kill me now... Yes the hangover that hadnt visited on Tuesday joined in this time around. I would like to say that I actually considered giving up alcohol on this sorrowful day, but what actually happened was me considering having a Bloody Mary instead. I didnt do it though. No honestly I didnt. I didint have a drop of vodka in the house and the thought of dragging my British butt to the shop just for a bottle of vodka in broad daylight was just too humiliating to actually go through with. So the hangover prevailed in its full glorious outrage right the way through the day and right the way through the night whilst hosting the Karaoke evening at the hotel. All I can say here is that it was not pretty and I dont wish to feel like that ever again. Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. Friday: Day 2 of the hangover. Even Celine Dion could not do this mo fo any justice. But I powered through anyway being the trooper that I am as I had so much to do! After work I escaped to the hairdressers for a much needed root touch up and pedicure, then met up with Sister for a bit of a nonce around town and some serious pigging out. Once I started to feel half human again, it was off to Kipa (the supermarket) to stock up on beer for the imminent arrival of another repping buddy coming to stay for a week arriving on Sunday morning. Well, the beer didnt last long as I am just a pig. Oh, and the Yanki came around for a DVD fest. Actually not so much of a DVD fest as only one DVD was watched. I seemed to have my 'questioning the universe' head on and seriously there is no better person to do that with than someone that studied Quantum Mechanics. I think he may be regretting the lack of DVDs watched now as I managed to keep the poor Yanki talking right through till 7am. That's some questioning skills I have, right? :) And in between, some good old fashioned hate texts from the ex snappy dressing suitor that wanted the key. Dear god they never fail to surprise me. Seriously. As he had announced that he wanted to talk (and I obviously did not, nor will I ever) he threw his dummy out of the pram and told me this: 'OK you cant see me again, I dont want you, you do this every time'. Urm, Hello? WE FINISHED COS YOUR A FREAK...! As the Yanki and I were going through pics of Ex's (as you do), I had a look at the the silly ex snappy dressing suitors facebook page. To my absolute horror I found that instead of being deleted and blocked like expected after receiving hate mail, the odd bod had shared on his page pictures of me drunk and asleep. Do I even need to say a word more to show how much of a psychopathic looser this dude actually is? Well, if you insist: This dude is a super freak! But the Yanki and I had a nice time non the less (well I did anyway with my torrent of questions, cant vouch for the Yanki). Saturday: All I can say is Im tried. Tired of living by this point actually. Tired of alcohol, tired of freaks, loosers and snappy dressers, tired of work, tired of not being able to have the energy to make it through the day and tired of shaving. Why does leg hair have to grow so fast? And to top it all off I had to spring clean the pad due to my ex repping buddy arriving in the wee small hours of the morning. And crap. We drank all the beer. Double crap, its 12am and I have to pick up my friend at 4am. Nosleepforme.com Just one more crap to add to this scenario, my friend likes to drink. God help me getting through this next week. Funnily enough, I have now realized why I have been so bloody tired. Ahh the life of a single socialite abroad. I've had enough now, can Scottie please beam me back up? ![]() Sitting here with somewhat of a cocktail induced hangover, I realize I must have been ever so slightly more tipsy than I thought I was last night. Ahh well, it was well deserved! But more of that later... So this week has been rather mental to say the least. After Monday's blog post, I managed to cheer myself up by taking part in some very random things. Funny how random crap can cheer up the most miserable of souls... Tuesday I found myself in a bit of a tricky situation that I was unable to say no to and was roped into hosting Bingo and a quiz in one of the hotels I work with. As I had not done this for numerous years, a few beers was a necessity. It actually turned out to be a rather good night in general and I met some cool drunk people. Or was that just me looking in the mirror? Either way, cool drunk people non the less! Wednesday Work was a chore especially with the hangover that seemed to bite me on the asse in a rather big way, but then a good friend of mine suggested an impromptu vodka night at my house that me and my hangover jumped at. Why is it that when you have a hangover the only thing that seems to cure it is more drink? Anyway, it bloody well worked. We had a jolly old drink and were in full swing of vodka night when the ex snappy dressing suitor that only lasted for a week showed up at my door. Uncomfortable.com Firstly my vodka drinking friend must have felt rather uncomfortable and secondly I had not drunk half enough vodka to deal with the ex suitor and his lack of English... Why is it that when in full swing of vodka night my non Turkish turns into rather a lot of Turkish swearing? Somehow I knew that I hadnt seen the last of him. Anyway, as I am not a rude sort I invited him in but as you have probably guessed, he was not particularly struck on seeing my male vodka drinking friend sitting rather comfortably on the sofa. Getoverit.com Awkwardness filled the room with its vibes, and with that I knew another vodka or 10 were called for. Stat! And thats how it went down, fueled with vodka I was determined to have my say about the whole key/pizza situation. And thankfully I had a translator available right there and then! How lucky must my vodka drinking friend have felt?! Poor Bugger eh? Anyway, I managed to get my point across but I dont think everything that I said was translated as I could see the look on my vodka drinking pals face at some of the things that I was coming out with, and thinking things through properly now, I just knew that if the roles were reversed I would have wisely chosen only certain points to translate. And with that, vodka night continued until I woke up on the sofa with a blurry recollection of the previous nights happenings and a Dog hopping up and down desperate for a wee. Thursday Man alive not another hangover? Sadly yes. Stupid hungover girl with far to much work to get through before having to host a karaoke evening (Yes you heard me right) (And with my voice too I know!). Well only one thing for it right, more beer. Now I didnt know that getting people up to sing would be such a hard task that would require me having to sing first. If I had of known this I possibly would have chickened out of going. I possibly wouldnt have had the great night that I had and I possibly would have woken up on Friday morning without the hangover. Its the "Sliding Doors" theory isnt it. But, I didnt know that I was required to sing first did I, and I didnt know that I would need to be half cut to get up and do it due to huge amounts of nerves getting the better of me, I didnt know my voice was as shocking as it was and I didnt know that I would enjoy it so much! But what I did know was that I was going to have a stinker of a hangover in the morning. Dam you Karaoke! Friday Oh what a dirty sinker of a hangover morning/afternoon/early evening. Why do I insist upon doing this to myself? I'll tell you why, cos sometimes you have to, thats why. But I knew I had to pull it together as I was being taken out for dinner and drinks by one of the 5 of you that reads this. Hey Tom :)! Funny how that happened really. Always nice to receive comments from all 5 of you and even nicer to be wined and dined (Im sure there is a hint in there for the other 4 of you). Now this could have turned out to be a disastrous evening. Yes indeed it could have. Tom could have been an old pervy dude looking to get his rocks off. Or it could have gone in the other direction and been super awkward with huge amounts of silence, lots of looking around, fiddling with the tooth picks and small talk, etc. Even worse, I could have been rapped and murdered (so warned all my dear concerned friends). But as you can see, I was thankfully neither rapped nor murdered. What I found instead of the pervy dude and the usual small talk crap was rather a lot of non small talk, interesting conversation, Brandy, Mojito's, more Brandy and very good company (obviously I dont just mean me here). Time disappeared into a cloud of what I can only say turned into a yet another hangover today. So what potentially could have been awkward as arse was a rather good night indeed. Pleasantlysurprised.com Thanks Tom :) So what does tomorrow hold for this severely hungover socialite? Well, I know I wont have a hangover (I know, how odd!) due to staying in and blogging instead of going out and shaking my asse, but its only 12am, things have changed at later times than this before... |
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