MFEO.

So, readers - a final blog from my home bedroom before it's back to uni, and back to playing hard(er)!

The last couple of days have been a little hazy..
Following on from a sleazy Thursday night - Friday saw JT host a Bbq, which I found myself unwanting to attend (especially after her diva tantrum in Ikea the night before with AJ). Instead, a rendevous with my G-dad for Birthday money and polite conversation was in order - with the anniversary of my nan's death once again fast approaching, i thought it better to spend some time with him, over socialising with that dull crowd - which would enevitably have been awkward anyway - what with the couples and the tame behaviour etc.
So, making up an excuse I missed out - and opted for Derren Brown on the sofa with AJ. A much better choice.
On another note - SMJ was spotted in Spoons sporting an A&F hoodie. Where is his JW loyalty!?
Also - rumour has it there was a Transvestite there too! What's this small town coming to!?

Anyway - shower and fake tan over Beverly Hills Cop 3, and it was off to bed for me. Race day Saturday meant beauty sleep essential!

Saturd-izzle!

Races! Fantastic, fantastic!
It's always more stressful to get ready in a warmer room - and with the sun shining perfectly - getting glamourous-ed up was ridiculously flustering! Running late, sweat on - it was taxi duty before I'd even chance to fix my hair, and BH, naturally was not waiting at the door for me to speed up the process. After driving at 27 mph (stuck behind an old woman driver) all the way from BH's to pick up EJ (which did nothing to help my already over-heated body) on arriving home, it was quick final touches before it was off out again into town for the pre-race rendevous at one.

Having to get money out of the bank on market day is an effort in itself where I live - and yesterday - the nearest cash point to the meeting place was out of order. Even more stress as we marched up town to the next hole in the wall - then queing - it was a race against time to get to the bar to meet the other girls.
On arrival I got a text from JT - 'I'll be ready around one thirty-ish' (with the plans set at a one o'clock.) It's ALWAYS the same with those girls! I mean - how long can you honestly spend getting ready when you already have poker straight hair and a natural tan!?
Apparently the answer is about a gazillion hours..

Anyway - into the city we went, arriving at the races with ample time to drink and bet and have a fantastic day. The petite SW/ JT duo arrived fourty-five minutes later - practically clones of each other. Obviously what virtual marriage to a HF-boy does to you..! (Kits you out in Topshop's finest - matching hair - not an ounce of fat on your body!)

To be contined indefinately.
(Sorry - that's a proimse- it's definately bed time now!)