Party time in One day at a time

The party turned out to be more fun than I have had in ages.

Rich had still been non-commital about coming (not unusual), he didn’t say he wasn’t but he didn’t mention it again after the initial invite. Saturdays are busy for him anyway, rugby stuff.

Anyhow, I am a planner. I had my make up appointment at 3.00pm and then hair at 4.30pm (the hair was a group-on voucher and the only time they could squeeze me in). My regular hairdresser went AWOL late last year, and since then I have been swinging from cut price deal to cut price deal. With varied success I have to say.

So the makeup was fun. I wore an orange t-shirt in the same shade as my sparkly top and she went sort of natural stuff with very bright lips. Not a look I am used to but I felt good.

There was a massive festival on in town so I decided to walk between appointments. Which also took me through the heart of the festival. OMG weirdo magnet. It was so full of people that you basically had to shuffle through. Funny over heard comment – female “well this is a cluster fuck” extremely gay sounding male “yes and not the kind I usually enjoy”. Made it to the hairdresser with a couple of minutes to spare. And then….and then…..and then. Sat in that freaking seat for nearly 3 hours. Yup you heard me 3. The girl that did the foils was as slow as a wet weekend. Then the hairdresser “Antonio” would take one snip and step back to admire himself in the mirror. I loathe being late and could see the clock in the mirror tick tick ticking away.

So finally, at 7.20pm I was out of there. Party started at 7.30pm and I had promised to be there early to help Terri over the awkwards, you know that time until all the tardy party people show. So I jumped in a cab and wizzed back down the other end of town to my hotel room, thankfully I had checked in pre-makeover and hung the outfit up, put accessories out yada yada. Did a quick superman change and was back in a cab and heading to the party. Ding ding – text from Richard. “whatcha doing?” Oy vey, boom goes the vein in my forehead. “Off to Terri’s party, you know the one I invited you to weeks AGO”, “Shit is that tonight?, okay on my way”

So I arrived at the party about 7.45 (which was in full swing by the way) and Rich arrived about 15 minutes later – sadly dressed in his club rugby jersey (not a playing one, that would be gross), but I was pleased to see him none the less.
If you have been keeping an eye on the time line, you will realise one important omission. Dinner. Now that my friends, is a cluster fuck! Straight into the champagne, dancing and air kissing. And more champagne. Surprisingly I didn’t get stumble drunk and I did switch to water about 1.00am. Anyway it was a fantastic night, and even though I knew a lot of people I really enjoyed that long forgotten feeling of having a partner to ping back to, snigger with and even dance with.

Sunday, not surprisingly was NOT a great day. Surely at 50 I’m too old for hangovers???