TV Dreams

I missed December’s Big Night Out (BNO) as my partner and I spent the weekend in Wales visiting friends. Hadn’t seen them in nearly a year, and it really was no contest choosing between BNO and seeing them. After all, There’s always another BNO.

OK, so finances were a bit tight at the start of the New Year, which meant skipping BNO again. Have to say I did miss not going, because I reckon to get out every month between September and April. The summer months tend to be avoided as wearing wigs, particularly in July and August can lead to meltdown, if you know what I mean. And I let the hair grow leading up to family holiday time. Daughters notice these things.

Which brings me to Feb’s do, a St. Valentine’s affair. TV Chix mentioned that it would be good if we could all make an effort to frock up in red. Ho hum, dilema. Have a red dress, but it’s the one that appears in most of the photos on my Flickrstream. Nothing for it but to hit boohoo.com where I found the perfect LRD. Ordered it and had it delivered to Vanessa’s.

To cut a long-winded story short, after much shennanagins I get shot of the family at 5.15pm and start the defuzzing process. 2 hours later I’m on the road to Vanessa’s. By 9.45pm Vanessa and I are making our way cautiously (-4C) to Pink Punters. BTW, Vanessa’s dress was a figure-hugging red dress in a sort of jersey material, picked up from a boutique with a 50% sale offer running – what shops don’t have permanent sales these days?

It was very busy, with lots of familiar faces. We bumped into Gina a had a long chat, pecked the cheek of Lyndsey Maybe, caught up with Lucinda. Said hello to Ernstine who I’d only met a couple of weeks ago at Christophers in Lincoln.

Whilst refixing face in the loos bumped into Sarah Louise who reminded me I hadn’t written to her in months. Hey, this is me “Liitle Miss Crap at Communications”. Assured her it wasn’t personal and I think she forgave me. Hope so!

Talked to Faith (or is she Leyla Moore?) outside while grabbing a cheeseburger and freezing to death. Fortunately, the roaring log fire prevented early onset of hypothermia.  Faith/Leyla told me all about her adventures in the blue hole , her hopes of visiting Chernobyl and off-the-beaten-tracks of Death valley. It seems her philosophy in life is “If someone tells me not to do something, then I go and do it.” Crazy? The verdict’s out on that one. :)

And then the last person I spoke to. Nikki (not sure about the spelling) an RG from Milton Keynes who was attracted to the warmth of the blaze. Very sweet girl, whose ample chest I couldn’t help noticing, which got an even greater airing when she took off her scarf and put it round my neck in an attempt to stop me shaking (with the cold, idiot).

Unfortunately, my time was up at 2.40am when Vanessa came over to say we needed to get going. Try as I might I couldn’t keep my eyes open on the way home, and collapsed into bed at 3.45.

That was one of the best BNO’s I’ve been to. Roll on the next one. :)