Three Nights On The Trot...

From Sunday to Wednesday I spent time in the company of my nearest and dearest. We shopped, ate, and drank, and yet there was no proper dancing, drunkeness, or the inevitable orgy that should have followed. Oh well, that was how my holiday was spent, or at least the first four days of it. 

Sunday, I potted my Pumpkins, they're doing well, thank you for asking, and Cherry met with me to walk down to the Bay to meet Red. I carried 3kg of compost on my back from Poundland to Home in just over 7 mins. I'm EPIC!

Either way, we ventured out into the blistering sun and wondered down to the Bay. A very pleasant walk, and we came upon a Red, standing there in red (believe it or not) with a bow in her hair. We meeted and greeted and ventured further into the Bay for the reason we were there: The Food Festival. We traveled around for a while trying to find some cash points, but failed to do that and ended up in the new Spoons down there - its a very nice pub, and not at all Spoons like. There's so much glass and openness, and a kitchen you can see into! Not a bad place to find yourself after a 20 min walk. The ladies bought drinks and their cashback and we trounced about in the Festival. Free Samples and Tasters galore, mainly of cheese and wine, although a taster pot of Brownie, Strawberry, and Cream for a quid was nice. 

Pulled-Pork Rolls in hand we munched on the move and ended up at the Secret Beach, not such a secret, but lush nonetheless. I might go there tomorrow if I'm so inclined. We spent an hour or so there, bathing in the water and the sun, and cursing the tourists and their speedboats. SWERRN!

The day ended with a BBQ in the boot of Gloria and the group gathered around the telly for the Returned! I'm miffed that this week I can't join in in Date Night, due to daily commitments, which'll turn into nightly commitments for a day (that sounded dirty). However, I think they might hold off to have a Returned double bill for the following Sunday Date Night. Fingers crossed, I finish at 6pm.

The next morning, as we were still all there we went shopping for Cherry's Party. I treated everyone to Frankie and Bennie's Breakfast (she'll have a side of toast with that) and then to homes for showers and plant watering, and then to IKEA. Where we enjoyed our time discovering new ways to store things and finding out the Henry VIII was a Sex Hunter (true story). We returned to Ponty, with the spoils of war and set about food shopping, and then slobbing on the sofa for the rest of the evening.

Party day happened, the only real-ish lay-in I'll be having this week. I woke at 5ish with the urge to empty my bladder, and a rustling of noise upstairs. I rolled over and tried to ignore the pee warning. At about 7ish, I caved, and went, hoping not to wake the cat. 

SUCCESS! I even witnessed Red in the throws of musical laying down passion. Singing along under her breath, waving her arms, and all-in-all having a good time. She waved her good mornings, and I waved back. 

We set up for a party, cleaning and what-not, until eventual guests arrived. A party was had, BBQs were had, plans were made, and a child was present for most of it. Cherry even got a case of birthday madness as she forced us to play strip poker (Tag and I would have lost some clothes if it wasn't for the countdown), and then set about popping all her balloons at the early morning hours. 

Red slept on the sofa that evening as the spare bed had been annexed by a couple (HB and Mallard). She said she was glad of the company and we spoke for an hour or so. Don't forget to be awesome! It'll all work out in the end, and if it doesn't, then it's not the end.

Skipping Wednesday, as nothing of import happened, save for a long journey to Roath Park. I suggest we all go get ice creams and a peddalow on the lake sometime - who's with me? Thursday I spent doing absolutely nothing, and do you know what - that was really bloody tiring. I played Assassins Creed 2 while watching the final series of Fringe. And I've finished both now. What an odd thing that is. 

Fringe got me thinking, how do you say goodbye to your friends, if you know it's definitely the end? And what would happen if it did? I didn't like that train of thought, it reminded me of funerals and eulogies. 

I also, popped out to the Post Depo this morning, that trip took about an hour and a half. Walking around Cardiff is like walking around Venice, everything's so flat, you can just keep going. Or is that just me? Either way, I had a few packages to pick up. And I'm halfway to becoming a handsome looking cartographer. I need maps, and I need a coat or something (although it will be the height of summer).

I need a haircut, and probably not just a trim this time, maybe just a change of style. Perhaps I should stop caring about the scar and let people think that my barber is a bad hairdresser. I don't know. It's at a stupid looking length at the moment. Maybe I'll feel differently next month, who knows. 

And new in, Red's gone and sent away her Passport stuff, do I have enough holiday allowance left to go abroad? I certainly hope so. I'll have to figure it out I think. I bloody hope so. Otherwise it'll be next spring, and ain't no body got time for that.

...I used to think that I

Would never live past twenty five,

And when you think like that, each day

Is a gift if you survive...

Carpe diem...

P.S. When I'm 40...I'll let you finish that.

Roasting Neighbour's Drinks...

Let's face it body, we're not as young as I used to be, but you've got to admit we're having more fun than we used to. And I think it's time to learn that you are a picker-upper and not the picker-upped. I may have also broken Red's arse, but I'm sure I can explain that one away in a little non-committal, non-predatory manner...

Saturday, the day of wine and pizza, dawned and saw me, myself, and my Mother/Sister hanging around town. For being the shoppers of the family, my Mother and Sister didn't do very much shopping while they were in the Diff. I met them while they had breakfast at John Lewis, and I stayed with them a while after a trip to Primark and the Works. I bought a plug for Pill, and I checked my work rota. Monday morning 11:30am sharp! (WTF? I've got to wait until 11:30 to start work! - so here I am, blogging).

Anyway, I bid farewell to ma famile, and wondered homewards for an afternoon of Halo, before having to return to town to meet with Red as she finished work, as was pre-arranged the evening before. Tag called me as I sat outside Red's Work, and I almost got sat upon by a fat man insistent on eating his peaches. No euphemism intended. He had finished, and wondered where I was, and upon discovering, he met me three-minutes later, badass speaker in-hand. And no less than two-minutes after that we watched Red push a man out of her shop and she joined us.

The trio walked back to mine, and then with Pill and DarkHorse at the ready, we drove to Tesco for 'supplies' and then to Tag and Cherry's to drink said 'supplies'. Fire was loved and lost, than to have never fired at all. HB was there, which came as a surprise to some. We got wet outside (namely my bum), and persisted in the interior dances of a nightclub. The walls started to leak with perspiration, and the tunes blasted out into the night. Neighbours hated us, but who cares, fuck you neighbours!

There was a bra taking off competition (I did not learn anything, join in, or practice), and a boxer-taker-offer award, which I did not win either. HB went around kissing everyone, and checking that I was alright (again - I'm getting tired of that), and I discovered that I could not only lift and carry two women on each arm (thank you Red and DarkHorse - against your will), but I could carry one woman on my front and one on my back, until the one on the back let go of my back and subsequently found herself on the floor. I'm amazed it took us three attempts and that was the outcome each time. I made Cherry touch the ceiling, and Pill tried carrying me in a fireman's lift, before dropping me on my back (so that's where that bruise has come from - it's all lies, they're not even square). The most damage I came away with is a slight graze on my left ankle, and sore muscles.

I didn't drink as much as I hoped, only getting through a bottle in total, and HB kept pushing me off the blow up bed and stole the duvet. Next time I get the sofa. I've also done something to my left shoulder, though I imagine that's something to do with being dropped.

The next morning, some of us went to work, and others went to ours. I went to ours, and forced HB to play Halo, before I allowed her to play Skyrim while I cooked dinner. I did start at 1pm, which wasn't bad considering I didn't have very much equipment or space to do anything. Red came over, movies were watched and food was had. In the end the meal turned out to be mainly mush (which was disappointing) but it tasted alright. The conversation sort of went down hill from there really. Tag and Pill started discussing things that I wasn't interested in. HB made a few remarks about the way I pronounce things (the right way I should add), and I sat there in silence waiting to go home, except I was home.

It was nice, but I don't think I'd do it again, well not for the whole crowd. And besides, roast dinner is quite a boring thing to cook - even if there was Cauliflower Cheese.

Everyone left, I recovered my iPod again, and DarkHorse and Pill did the washing up. We sat and watched a Knight's Tale and the evening was ended.

And I read the definition of glomping and it made me smile. Thank you.

Carpe diem...