Sunday, 6 June 2010
ON PINK SHOES, COCKTAILS & A WEEKEND OF EXCESS . . .
Renarkably I've been hangover-free this weekend. I say "remarkably" not because I didn't drink (which would have probably been miraculous) but because with the amount I drank, it is grossly unfair to anyone who IS currently hungover that I've felt absolutely fine.
I had an all-day hen party on Saturday so the plan originally was to have a quiet Friday night. But my friend V asked if I wanted to go for a couple of drinks. The intention was still to make it relatively quiet given I would be starting pretty early yesterday. So I booked us a table at one of my favourite restaurants Brodie's (the place of the haggis nachos, yum!), and took a bottle of sparkling rose over to hers to enjoy before we headed out. Somehow along the way though, we ended up in The Social with her fiance's friends and brother so the relatively quiet night turned into me wobbling to the taxi rank at some point around midnight wondering aloud if there was anywhere relatively quiet I could go to puke. And, if you happen to not be my friend on Facebook and therefore missed this, it resulted in status updates the following morning such as:
Paula woke at 5am to discover she was still fully dressed, contacts still in, make-up smeared, and her bag still on her shoulder. Bit too much to drink, perhaps? :)
Paula was washing her hair and a 5p coin fell out of it during the shampoo stage! WHY WAS THERE MONEY IN MY HAIR???
Anyhoo, apart from those incidents, I was not hungover. Yup, I know you hate me. I'm sorry. No, wait, I'm not sorry. I managed to sort out an outfit for the hen day/night, the thene of which was black and bling, and me and my sister headed to MacSorleys for the first part of the day. We made it there for half two, where I discovered I knew no one except the hen herself and her sister. Oh well. We were given pink feather boas and name badges and then headed to Viva for a cocktail making lesson.
Great way to draw attention to yourself in Glasgow city centre on a Saturday afternoon? Winding your way through town on high heels, draped in pink feather boas. Le cringe. There was a lot of laughing and pointing.
Cocktail making was fun. Although I realised very quickly that making cocktails is too much effort. DRINKING them? Far more fun.
After a two course meal, we then headed to Bunker (the same place I went for my 30th) and got our groove on a bit, while I drank more rose wine and several shots of Apple Sourz. I wanted to dance and I tried, but by that point my feet KILLED me. I had decided to wear a pair of pink satin shoes I've loved for years but hardly ever wear because I'm scared they'll get dirty. (Sadly, I've just noticed they DID get dirty. Sob.) By eight o'clock, i could barely walk.
BUT I didn't fall over. Yay!
We also of course got the sleazy drunken guys who immediately thought "Oooh, hen night! Let's get in there!" I got singled out by one of the arsiest ones, who swung the light from the booth into my face as if he was interrogating me and then proceeded TO interrogate me about why I was single. Was I a lesbian? Was I a bitch? Was I frigid?
The reason I'm single, dude, is because you are proof there are few good men out there. Yeah. Go stick THAT in your pipe and smoke it.
Today has been spent in relative relaxation. Brunch at Antipasti in Byres Road followed by Sex and the City 2. It wasn't as bad as I thought I would be. As cringey and completely politically incorrect as I had expected from reviews on it, and a bit too long, but enjoyable enough. Although some of the outfits made me want to cry, throw up and/or call the fashion police. Has anyone else saw it? What did you think?
Now home, I'm planning to curl up on my bed with some cava and watch some Cougar Town. I have a busy week ahead of me - its exams week in work, I have Ellie Goulding to see tomorrow night, two ten and a half hour long shifts on Wednesday and Thursday, and then I head down to London for work next Sunday morning for three days - so I am going to make the most of these last few hours of my weekend and eek every bit of relaxation out of them!
Ellie really shouldn't dance, should she??? (Sorry Ellie.)
So how were your weekends? Did you end up with MY hangover as well as your own???