Just a quick update this morning before I get to work – as due to the IT restrictions I mentioned yesterday, I won’t be able to do this in work. Bah humbug.
DDWT Junior is off to see Santa this morning with his friends from playgroup, so the Gower Heritage Centre better brace themselves!! I’m sure they’ll have lots of fun though what with seeing Santa and some farm animals that are there (weather permitting).
Anyway it’s Chrimbo party number two today with a 3pm kick-off, so it would be unlikely that I’d be in a fit state to blog later tonight (or rather early hours tomorrow morning!). I’ll do the usual review tomorrow on this evening’s festivities and try and get a few snaps this time around as well.
If you’re out in Swansea today, I’ll no doubt see you in Ciderspace later *smile*
Well guess what, I’m back at home and it’s not evening Saturday morning yet (well it will be when I’ve finished typing!). I finally joined the party (in the Lava Lounge) at 4pm this afternoon and wasted no time in catching up – mainly thanks to a few strongbow tinnies I purchased earlier today! Having gatecrashed the DVLA/Panasonic party in the Lave Lounge, it was time to move on over to Play for the big bash and meet up with the rest of the merry band of partygoers.
The next 5 or so hours was taken up drinking and dancing (mainly) with me trying my uptmost to live up to my nickname of ‘snakehips’. Thankfuly the DJ’s played ball and ensured that my requests for N-Trance and Kelly Llorenna were spun in due course – music indeed to my ears. I’ll also issue a public apology now to anyone upset by the excessive use of pelvic thrusts and hip swirling during any of my dance moves – especially my colleagues, sorry girls!!!
After we’d have enough of Play (and I’d entered into Ciderspace) we went to Revolution (a vodka bar) and then the Walkabout (scene of my Pole Dance of the Year award 2005). At this point (and having now consumed 4 pints of water) it was time to grab a taxi home just before I turned into a pumpkin. One thing about the taxi, how can it cost £17 at 11:30pm and yet only £14 at 02:30am? I’d love to know the answer to that one.
Time for bed now….
I’m suprised, well very surprised actually at how much I can remember from last night’s festivities – especially considering I didn’t get in until around 2:45am this morning! Perhaps it’s even more amazing that I was up and about like a lark at 9am this morning – without a hangover in sight and only empty pockets and a till receipt (for drinks totalling nearly £20) from Renaissance to show for my party efforts.
Anyway, a good time was had by all (I think) with the ‘No Sign’ wine bar, Renaissance and Play nightclub all benefiting from our presence. After several pints of strongbow (for me) we headed off to Renaissance for food, where I managed to devour – some pumpkin soup (aka minestrone soupe I reckon), a T-Bone steak in a rich wine sauce (inc. vegetables) and some prefiteroles (covered in lovely lush Belgian chocolate). It was a very nice place to eat – ideal for a romantic dinner for those that way inclined. The only downside was that Coach DR had to send her steak back twice – which isn’t very good really. Rumour has it the owner made the staff eat the under-cooked t-bone, but this is only a rumour…..
T’was then off to Play nightclub in search of some much needed boogie-ing music. We did boogie on 1 of the 2 (maybe 3 dancefloors) and even managed to catch a glimpse of the scantily clad pole/bench/object dancers situated above the bar. I’d just like to say at this point that it wasn’t me who spotted them – it was the girlies! Anyway, the pool queen amongst us managed to blag us into the VIP area of the club for a much needed rest and nosey at the clientelle (not to mention the his’n'hers toilets!).
By around 2:15am I’d had enough and thus said my goodbyes and headed off in search of a taxi. Once I’d managed to fend off a rather robust lady who proclaimed to be Polish with a terminally ill mother, I found myself in a taxi being driven by a gentleman of Asia descent – who had no idea where Clydach was! £14 later and with me co-driving I arrived on my doorstep. A quick cup of kenco with a mince pie and 3 cheese toasties later I was wrapped up in bed.
A couple of things stick in my mind from the evening. Firstly, the pool queen was wearing a dress which attracted at least 2 females to proclaim how nice it looked (personally the manner in which this was stated seem to indicate it wasn’t the only thing they thought looked nice!). The second thing was that magners or strongbow when mixed with red wine is actually quite nice and several of my colleagues – upon trying the concoction – seemed to agree.
So all in all it was a good laugh and the only downside was feeling so tired as today has gone on.
As for today well, DDWT Junior had been acting somewhat strange most of day, which combined with what seemed like a raging temparature indicated something was up. Well within 10 minutes of having some Calpol this evening he was very sick (i.e vomiting). Within an hour or so of the sickness he began to be his old self – which was a huge relief. Everyone I’ve spoken to has always heaped praise on the use of calpol and I totally agree.
Tonight see’s the first of my two works related Christmas parties and as I’m the newbie in the team, it should make for interesting time. We’re kicking off at 6pm in the ‘No Sign Wine Bar’ (in Swansea for those of you that don’t know) before heading off to ‘Renaissance’ for food later.
No doubt vast amounts of strongbow cider will be consumed (with a tadge of red wine in the same pint glass on occasion I’ve no doubt) and as a result I will no doubt end up in Ciderspace for the rest of the evening!
Anyway without wanting to feel too guilty tonight whilst abusing my body, I felt the urge to go for a 3 mile run lunchtime. I was most chuffed with my 22 minutes and 44 seconds time – the fastest I believe I’ve done the course this year. So tonight I’ll celebrate in style! Full report on the evenings events tomorrow as is the norm.
Unfortunately yesterday’s moblogging experiment was a complete failure as mPost didn’t process any of my sms messages – hence the lack of updates from last night’s trip in ciderspace. I’ll keep plugging away though as there has to be an alternative method/service that’ll enable me to update my blog in that way (and I don’t mean via wap and email!).
Nevermind I had a cracking night, drank far too much stongbow (mixed with red wine I hasten to add), had a great curry at Rajput exquisite indian cuisine and finally got home at 3:30 am (having been out since 5:30 pm). Bizarrely in all that time I only went to 4 pubs/clubs – the Wig (formerly the Wig and Pen), the Cross Keys, the No Sign Bar and the Lava Lounge (the music here was crap btw). Apologies as well to JR who was my ‘horse’ in the Oxford Street, Swansea piggyback race (during which we dismounted twice, ripped his shirt and chaffed his elbows) – which featured only one runner I hasten to add.
We had several rather bizarre conversations in the evening ranging from ‘nadgers’ (which is slang for testicles) to going brazillian/hawaiian! Needless to say, some of the entourage were rather bemused (myself included) as to the use of such terminology and their explicit explanations. Still at least I learnt something new and confirmed my own suspicions that I really can’t drink cider to save my life!
I haven’t really done much today (now there’s a surprise) even though I was up like a lark at 8:45 am. We all went to visit Nana and Grampa DDWT, had an afternoon snooze, did some weeding in the garden and erm, that was about it! What a waste of a day.
Woke up today feeling very fragile after a night out in Swansea with my work colleagues. There were numerous reasons for us venturing out – not that we needed an excuse of course – but we were celebrating a hen party, a joining party, a leaving party and several birthday parties!
We all met up in ‘Revolution‘ a vodka bar and whilst drinking my first of many (too many in fact) pints of strongbow I came across an intriguing book all about vodka. The book listed the very many countries (especially Eastern Block) that specialised in making vodka and gave a great detailed insight into the varieties available – including the proof (one which was around 97%). The name – thankfully – escapes me, otherwise I might have been tempted to try it. I’ve also forgotten the name of the book/author – which I suppose isn’t surprising either!
We eventually trotted off to the ‘Lava Lounge‘ and strutted our stuff on the dancefloor to the retro hits of the 70s and 80s – which given the age range of those present was spot on. I seem to recall me living up to my nickname of ‘Snakehips’ and was constantly reminded of my 2005 ‘Pole Dancer’ of the year award – how embaressing is that!! I don’t recall us drinking very much here and given the erm dancing (if you can call it that) I don’t think we needed anymore alcohol.
Our last port of call was a club come cafe called ‘Monkey‘ – which for me the least said about the better. It was a strange place and I personally found the combination of live band downstairs and club dj mixing upstairs somewhat bizarre – especially as they were both competing or so it appeared for the same sound waves! Mind you by now perhaps the cider was also taking its toll on my musical tolerance levels. Taxi time was soon upon me and I was fast asleep in bed at home before you could say “first class ticket to Nottingham please” (does anyone else remember that Tunes advert?).
Most of the night is now a distant memory, well a blurry one at least, but at least the 12 or so of us who ventured out had a great laugh.
