It was Pay Day for us lot last Friday and as is with tradition with my work friends, we go out the first weekend after this date.
We then pretty much live as hermits for the rest of the month.
I was excited for this as I had really planned my finances out for once, so I was up for some drinking, I had also made a pack with my wifey that I was not to go home until she did; thus to finally remove the title of grandma away from me. Wifey also came to get ready at mine, so with the tunes blasting, we started this mammoth task….
Oh course we started the night with the bubbly, what else would we choose?
Yup, pretty much a Boots/ Superdrug bomb hit my livingroom. We also “forgot” to clean up, so L was not impressed when he got home.
Silly poses with your drinks. Look how pretty wifey looks!
Bag: River Island
Wifey was also official outfit post picture taker, and she did a really good job. She’s the queen of taking a selfie and knowing how to pose so I was in good hands!
It was a very good and interesting night. I went to my first Gay bar, and it was like seeing the inside of my head. I’m only going to say three things to you, half naked bar guys only wearing their underwear, big hair and glitter everywhere. Yes, secretly I am a gay man.
Now I would have taken some pictures of the very muscular, half naked boys that us girls were drooling at, but I thought it to be a bit too much for the blog (wouldn’t want to get so many readers trying to get onto here and crashing the site would I?) Needless to say they were beaut; so much so, I became the all time best wing woman ever and managed to get my friend the fittest one his number! The excitement wore off in the morning as the guy gave us his full name, so we decided to search him on good old Facebook to see if it was his real name. And it was his real name; and his profile picture also reveal something else….
… his girlfriend!! Now, to save the guy some embarrassment, I will not reveal his name, but boys; learn from this: us girls will ALWAYS find out everything. Clearly was not exercising his brain muscle was he.
Other highlights of the night include dancing to good old nineties tunes, taking a taxi from the bottom of the street to the top as one of the girls forget which Revs we were going to in order to meet a guy, and one friend (who as a back story has to stay at mine as she was a little too drunk by the time the taxi got to my flat he refused to take her any further) got caught sneaking out of my flat to go and meet a boy!! It made me realise I really do not want a teenage daughter though (and she was not murdered in the night thank god!) but overall, it has given us some great stories to cackle over in the future. Oh, and there was also bacon sandwiches in the morning. Yummmmmmmmm!!
I have also done a sort of pampering post about how to survive a hangover glamorously, so you should see that coming up shortly (keep an eye out for that!) And if you want to see some hilarious selfies and a brilliant video taken on the night, feel free to pop over to my instagram page and like away! Trust me, they will not disappoint!