In the evening one of my very close friends was having a celebration of her 20th wedding anniversary. I have a huge soft spot for this friend as she always helps me to find my much buried girly side. Whenever I'm having girlie fun I always think of her, whether she's with me or not. Let's face it - girlie fun doesn't happen too much in my life as I live with 2 men that refuse to have any fun and when fun is on the agenda I have to get a sharp stick out to poke them with.
Much to my excitement my friend from Glasgow was heading down for the evening. So we picked her up and headed off to the party.
My friends dad is a HUGE Elvis fan - an original teddy boy he has a Juke Box in his sitting room and hundreds of albums stacked against the wall - where others may have books (pre kindle obvs!). As a result at their engagement party they hired an Elvis impersonator, they then had him at their wedding, then their 10th anniversary and once again he joined them for their 20th anniversary.
He was actually amazing - he had everybody rocking in the aisles (especially friend's dad) he also gave them added value, giving the boys an Elvis dancing lesson at the end of his set. I do have a video of my husband joining in - I'm thrilled to say his dancing skills are worse than mine. Son is also in video - cowering outside in case anybody expects him to join in (but he's a teenager - so I think we can let him off for that one).
Then one of friends DJ friends took over so we could dance the night away. I was chatting to DJ before he went on. He was saying how proud he was of his daughter who is now a session DJ in Ibiza. I looked her up on TikTok - she's great - Joss Wavy - keep an eye out for her. Her dad is absolutely lovely and it was heart warming to see just how proud he was of his daughter.
Needless to say he played just about every one of my favourite songs from 80's through to current times and though I was designated driver and so t-total - I rocked that dance floor. I think it was in a big way the excitement of my friend from Glasgow being there. It felt like the good old days when we used to go out clubbing together.
Don't get me wrong I'm an absolutely TERRIBLE dancer - I have no sense of rhythm at all and tend to flail around feeling like I hit the beat every now and then. Friend who was holding party thought I was drunk (which I think just about sums up my dancing capability). This was particularly frightening as the two of us danced together to several versions of Dancing Queen (one from Elvis, one from DJ Mark).
Favourite point of night as Glasgow friend and I were pelvic thrusting to an 80's classic.... Friend leant forward and said 'there's nothing more attractive than 2 middle aged white women grinding to Salt and Pepper!'. I laughed for about 10 minutes.
Around 11.00 we left and dropped friend back at hotel so she could fly back home in morning and we headed home.
I woke up on Saturday morning with every bit of my body aching - my legs had seized up and I'd thrown my back out. I seem to remember Madonna doing shows well into her 50's I'm not sure how she did it. Maybe the day after she had a team of 100 people putting her body back together.
Saturday (needless to say was a quiet one), I had no energy to do anything.
On Sunday we went to see the beach hut a family member has recently got in Worthing. I'm not a huge fan of beach huts as normally they are on the promenade and people are sitting there with huge swathes of people wandering by in front of them. But their one was loads better. The promenade was behind the hut with the hut on the beach.
Fortunately it was warm but not massively sunny so sitting outside was very doable. It was good to catch up with family. Including the baby of the family who is about to hit her first birthday. When she was born my son was thrilled because until then he'd been the baby of the family. It reminds me of when he was born and the then baby of the family was dancing a jig because they could hand the mantle over.
The only downside was the picnic. We are a very doggy family - as a result there was the grand total of 4 dogs running around (or was it 5) anyway - lots of dogs. I'd decided we'd had enough carbs on holiday so brought along antipasti instead. Problem was there was no table - so I was juggling about 20 pots of antipasti and some humous and crudite - with dogs trying to get in on the action. Put me in a very bad mood. Especially when I discovered that my dog was snout into the taramasalata. Doubless I'll be picking THAT special poo up later today.
I'm so used to our friends and famiily having way more money than we have. Husband told me that his brother had a boat that we'd be able to use whilst we were at beach. Wondering if it was a sailing boat or Gin Palace, half way through afternoon I queried brother-in-law saying 'what type of boat is it that you've bought'. He looked at me like I was bonkers and pointed to the rubber dinghy that was on the beach in front of the hut. I have to admit it made me smile and it was nice not to feel like the matchgirl staring through the window at the family by the fireplace... at least for a moment in my life.
Left beach and went home. Without taking a breath the first thing son said was 'what's for supper'. I was very proud when I managed not to swear.
Only other big thing that happened last week was visit to doctor to get my knees looked at. I need to make an appointment at some point this week to get x-rays. You never know this could be the first step to getting them sorted - though waiting lists are many years long. I may be able to do them on husbands health insurance - watch this space.
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