The Rowdy Crew!

So this weekend me and the girls headed off down south for our friends engagement party. The sat nav was set, the car packed full and the Girls Aloud CD was playing.

Despite a car of 4 girls, we got to our friends house in one piece and without any dramas, in fact the most difficult part of the whole journey was working out how to unpack our bags from the car!!!

Since it was a weekend of merriment and celebration it seemed only natural to start drinking pretty much straight away. I'd been out the night before so I think I just topped myself up! Before long the alcohol started to take effect. We got louder, we got ruder and we got cheekier!

So the party was pretty tame when we arrived and everyone seemed sober (apart from us). We'd only been there for about 30 minutes when one of the girls took the chicken fillet from her bra and started passing it around the table, we thought it was hilarious but by the looks on the faces of the other guests around the table I got the impression they weren't so amused!!!!!

As the night progressed we got rowdier and rowdier - we took lots of pictures of our boobs and cleavages, we drew pictures all over the table cloth, we abused the DJ who was a chain smoking country and western fan who subjected us to songs like Cotton Eyed Joe all night. We took over his dance floor, badly at times - especially when one of the girls couldn't do the Macerena so put the YMCA moves to it instead! We laughed loudly, swore loudly and had a bloody brilliant night. We'd all looked so classy and fabulous when we arrived at the party but we were all going home looking a little dishevelled, and thanks to a food fight at the end of the night, a few of the girls went home with half the buffet down their cleavages and in their hair! We stole the balloon settings from the centres of the tables and then had to try and get in a taxi with them, we got to our friend's apartment and realised we didn't have a key so progressed to push every intercom button (must remember to tell my mate to apologise to her neighbours!). Of course you try to be quiet, you do the "SHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh" putting a finger to your lips like its going to help but you actually end up making more noise doing that than having a full on conversation! Oh how alcohol deludes us!

So all 9 or 10 of us make our way into the 2 bedroomed flat and on goes computer games. Eventually we all fell asleep curled up on the floor until 5am the next morning. Our mates younger cousin had been sick - like projectile and it was everywhere. The flat is brand new so obviously the mop, bucket and bleach were brought out for the clean up operation. We managed to fall back to sleep and left our friend to it but then shortly after I was woken by an almighty noise, what could it be - a nearby freight train? a digger starting work outside? an earthquake? NO - it was my mates snoring! You've never heard anything like it in your life - I ended up sleeping in the hall way by the front door and our abandoned shoes! She also managed to get her foot caught in her PJ bottoms and fell over revealing her bare arse to us all. Its a good job none of us embarrass easily!

We weren't quite so rowdy the following day - hangovers were all too present...........nothing that a couple of bacon sandwiches couldn't sort out though.

Maybe I'll detox for a day or two..............

Women Drivers!

So, you remember the new car I bought just a few weeks ago?

I bashed it at the weekend!!!

No one was hurt, no one else was involved - just me, the Venga Bus and a couple of bollards that got in my way!!!

I still don't know how I did it or - or how I was so stupid. I'd only nipped to the Co-op for a pint of milk - I wish I hadn't bothered. I reversed out of my spot, heard an almighty scraping noise and instantly got that sick feeling of dread in my stomach. I didn't want to look at first and I could see some old dear just pointing to the area I'd hit and I knew it wasn't good - I don't know if the woman was senile or just damn cruel but I wanted to knock her false teeth out when she started laughing. Maybe the sight of me stood swearing like a trucker and crying was a funny sight but I was devastated.

I got back in the car and steadily drove home. I parked it where no one could see the car and suddenly realised that all the novelty had gone - I didn't want the car anymore - it was trash to me now!!!

I went upstairs and did what any grown up woman would do...............I rang my mum for a good cry! Bless her, she was lovely - she's bashed a few cars (mostly my Dads)in her time - one particular memorable time being when she left the handbrake off my Dads car and it ended up rolling down the drive and into the garage. I was trying to watch Brookside at the time and it didn't half make a racket. There were plenty of tears too!!! The garage door handle left a really nice indentation in the back of my Dads Toyota!!!!

Anyway, once she'd calmed me down I went back outside to assess the damage - it wasn't quite as bad as I'd first thought. There was paint from the bollards all over the car which made it look worse but once I'd rubbed it down it didn't look so bad - well not if you squint and tilt your head to the left a bit.

But its just a car, she'll be back to new in no time once she's had a minor bit of work done (a bit of Botox for the car!).

In future I'll walk to the Co-op when I want a pint of milk though!!!!

Friday Thought

Girly Myspace Layouts

Valentines Day Blues

Does any single person like Valentines Day? Do many 'couples' actually like it for that matter?

Why do we have to have a specific day allocated to showing love for your other half? Surely if you're in a relationship you should tell the person your with how you feel every day? And if you fancy someone does it really take an anonymous pink and red card to get it started? How do we manage the rest of the year?

So we all established years ago that Valentines Day is a commercial money making scheme - and a very successful one at that. The florists, the restaurants, the card shops, the chocolate makers (the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker..) they all make a fortune from it.

But done badly or...god forbid...forgotten, and it could be curtains for some relationships. Many men just forget - or think its a waste of time and money. You can't blame them in some ways but every couple is bullied into doing something 'special'. Now when I'm in a relationship I love Valentines Day. Last year me and 'the ex' couldn't get into a restaurant so he cooked for me. It was actually far nicer to have a cosy meal and curl in front of the telly exchanging a few daft gifts (or Armani cuff links as I stupidly bought - god the money you waste!) and drinking wine (one of my favourite past times). I don't fancy sitting in a restaurant trying to outdo the couple next to you or watch people showing very public displays of affection.

So I move onto Valentines Day as a single gal. It sucked. Well, it wasn't that bad to be honest - I got a card delivered to work - a really nice one too but it wasn't the same. I drank Peach Bellini's and got quite drunk and consoled myself on the fact that I hadn't had to fork out more money on gifts I can't afford (god, Armani cuff links for Valentines Day Polly - what were you thinking? It must have been love!!!!)

So, next year I hope that they either cancel the day altogether - or alternatively I have a nice fella to spoil me!

So raise your glasses (of Peach Bellini's) to single life..............and the fact that Valentines Day is over for another year!

Wannabe Groupie!

I went to a concert last night - very rock n' roll for a school night I know but hey, you've got to live a little!

I love my music and I love the buzz of going to see live bands. Admittedly I don't generally get to 'see' much due to my 5'4 height status but if I stand on my tiptoes occasionally I catch sight of the microphone or the tall guy at the front jumping up and down.

There should be a height sequence at gigs - all shorties to the front and tallies to the back. Its the same as being at the cinema, you find yourself a good spot where you can see perfectly and then some 6'4 fella comes and stands in front of you. He's always the guy that dances around like a maniac too and sweats from the second the music starts. At least you can't eat popcorn in a concert.

The venue for this gig is a popular one for bands in Nottingham, I've been watching bands play there for about 11 or 12 years and in that time I don't think its been re-painted once. Its run down to say the least but then I guess your not looking at the decor when you've gone to watch your favourite band play. The walls are painted black and you stick to the floor the second you walk through the door - too many cans of Red Stripe lager spilt over the years!

To say how black the walls are though the people in there are colourful. There's every type of band 'geek' imaginable. The dreadlocks, the punks, the uber cool, the 'indie' boys with the same spiky haircuts and skinny jeans and then theres the 'concert virgins' who look like their about to go to dinner with their in laws!

You spend the night getting soaked in sweat and lager - yours and other peoples, you get pushed from pillar to post, you stretch every muscle in your body to see the stage and you always have one person stood next to you that sings along loudly so you can't hear the singer. But I love it - that second the band starts playing and you just lose yourself in the music, its like being on the dance floor and hearing your favourite ever tune only 100% better. Your in a room full of people who love the band too - a kind of mutual appreciation and when its all over and you've clapped and whooped (i must work on my whoop by the way - its a bit girly) until your hands and throat sting, you stumble into the daylight with ringing ears and a broad smile.

Not ever managed to blag a back stage pass as of yet but watch this space - and Miss Fish if your reading this - we need to meet at least one band before we turn 30!!!

I'll keep you posted!!!!

myspace!

"My name is Polly Tronic and I'm a myspace addict"

I joined a week ago, it was only meant to be a bit of fun, a way to keep in contact with friends that was more fun than normal emails, something to log onto on those cold winter afternoons when your bored, a way to check up on potential new boyfriends!!!!

It started with the odd one or two log ins per week, then it started to become a daily thing, now its out of control - I logged on 8 times yesterday...............Oh god, whats happening to me?!?!

For those of you unfamiliar with my myspace its a website that has become a massive phenomenon in the US and the UK. You create a site of your own and then add backgrounds, pictures of yourself, information about your likes and dislikes, etc... Its good fun and a great way to chat to people. Basically people email you and ask if they can be 'added' to your site - so basically they say 'please Polly, can I be your friend'. You then get to Approve or Deny them. I mean how fabulous!!!!

There are some gorgeous men on there too and within a week I've been asked out more times than I have in the past 6 months. Admittedly some of them are a bit weird - actually that's putting it mildly - there's the guys from the Far East that send messages like

"You nice, you be my friend. Yes?"

I fear there are a few men out there using myspace to find a wife - and a British passport!

I am hooked though, its so much fun. I worry what I'll do without a computer over the weekend, I may even have to join the Internet generation at home and get my computer Interneted up. But then I may never leave the house again. Oh god! I have all these new friends to keep in contact with.

Anyone know a good myspace therapist...............?

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Afternoon all!

Well apologies for not having posted anything for about a week - think I must have had writers block as the inspiration just hasn't been flowing for stories to tell you lovely people!

Anyway I'm back now and thou shalt never be away for as long in future!

So I went to see an old uni friend at the weekend, we hadn't seen each other in 4 years so to say we had some catching up to do was an understatement. We barely caught our breath for the first few hours swapping stories of what we'd been up to, then after a pitcher of cocktails it developed onto the 'do you remember when...' conversations. We reminisced for hours - the drunken tales, the people we remembered, the house we lived in, the time we got burgled and we made the gorgeous policemen they sent round check all our rooms before we'd go to bed!!! Any excuse to get a handsome man in your bedroom eh?!?

We were amazed at how little either of us had changed and how natural each others company felt again after such a long time. We went out into her local town in the evening and it was like being back at uni again - only less pints of snakebite and black! Gone were the inhibitions you develop as you get older, we danced like it was our first dance since leaving university and we didn't stop talking and laughing all night.

There's something special about the friends you stay in contact with from uni, a strange bond that follows you throughout life, maybe its because its the first time your away from home and the first time having to look after yourself, or maybe its because the time at uni is most probably one of the best time of your life (minus the study part) and they're the people you share the parties with, the nights out, the dissertation stress, the first broken heart, the list goes on.

Its strange how we grow up so quickly - both of us have homes of our own, nice cars and careers now, oh how I miss those lazy uni days though, nothing has ever beat it!

................my overdraft is still the same though!!!