Getting Old and Loving It!
Am so so sorry I have been really tardy as far as my blog goes these past few weeks but life has been a little hectic! Will try to do a few catch up blogs today.
Well, my 31st birthday has been and gone! It was actually less depressing than I expected! Hurrah! Decided to see the 'day of doom' in with me dressed like a teenager - big black trousers, chains and a bra! In fact, thinking about it, when I was a teenager I dressed like my mother and was far too fat to be showing off my belly, so it was not in remembrance of my teenage years but the teenage years I would like to have lived!
When I was 'young' I was basically the living embodiment of Saffy from Absolutely Fabulous... yes, there really are teenagers/young women like her out there. I remember reaching 20 and regretting I had not coloured my hair blue, at least once, or pierced parts of my body my father would have totally disapproved of, or worn baggy black clothes with chains everywhere, coloured my eyes and half my face black and generally spent most of my weekends in a haze of alcohol and smoke.
Unfortuantely here I am at 30 and still not a lot has changed... except for that one time when, like a naughty schoolgirl, I pinched some of Neo's tobacco when he went out for a night and tried this smoking lark. I remember liking the heady feeling I got the first few puffs and so decided to try it again (I was going through one of those 'Smoking looks sexy' phases, which I now blame on Neo and young love!). The second cigarette did not agree with me as well as the first and I promptly spent the next hour considering how dirty Neo's toilet bowl was! A walk in the fresh air did not improve matters. By the time Neo returned I was looking very green... of course, I was too embarrassed (in my goody-two-shoes tower) to admit what I had done, so Neo, for our entire relationship, believed I had been struck by a freak sudden illness - an illness which really only seemed to resurface every time he lit up... it may have been the beginning of the end for his personal vice!
Anyway, back to the point. My birthday. Everyone met at the Bank where we had a sociable drink or two and I was pleased to see quite a few people make the effort! We all sat around talking about Horror movies and sex... that was around the later part of the evening if I recall! After that we all went to JFKs. For some it was a trip to their own teenage years, but to me the place has been a new discovery. One of the few places I can go in and feel one of the more normal people there! I love it! Not only does everyone wear black and chains but the music is AWESOME - bit like walking into a street in New York. Rock, metal, grunge etc etc all night. Can a girl ask for anything more on her birthday?! One of my last memories of the night was cutting a rug on the dancefloor to Killing In The Name Of and then i was off to Goodbodies pub for a fantastic and much needed fry up.
I looked like a banshee when I looked in the mirror before going to bed... the sign of a great night!
Thanks to everyone who turned up!
Well, my 31st birthday has been and gone! It was actually less depressing than I expected! Hurrah! Decided to see the 'day of doom' in with me dressed like a teenager - big black trousers, chains and a bra! In fact, thinking about it, when I was a teenager I dressed like my mother and was far too fat to be showing off my belly, so it was not in remembrance of my teenage years but the teenage years I would like to have lived!
When I was 'young' I was basically the living embodiment of Saffy from Absolutely Fabulous... yes, there really are teenagers/young women like her out there. I remember reaching 20 and regretting I had not coloured my hair blue, at least once, or pierced parts of my body my father would have totally disapproved of, or worn baggy black clothes with chains everywhere, coloured my eyes and half my face black and generally spent most of my weekends in a haze of alcohol and smoke.
Unfortuantely here I am at 30 and still not a lot has changed... except for that one time when, like a naughty schoolgirl, I pinched some of Neo's tobacco when he went out for a night and tried this smoking lark. I remember liking the heady feeling I got the first few puffs and so decided to try it again (I was going through one of those 'Smoking looks sexy' phases, which I now blame on Neo and young love!). The second cigarette did not agree with me as well as the first and I promptly spent the next hour considering how dirty Neo's toilet bowl was! A walk in the fresh air did not improve matters. By the time Neo returned I was looking very green... of course, I was too embarrassed (in my goody-two-shoes tower) to admit what I had done, so Neo, for our entire relationship, believed I had been struck by a freak sudden illness - an illness which really only seemed to resurface every time he lit up... it may have been the beginning of the end for his personal vice!
Anyway, back to the point. My birthday. Everyone met at the Bank where we had a sociable drink or two and I was pleased to see quite a few people make the effort! We all sat around talking about Horror movies and sex... that was around the later part of the evening if I recall! After that we all went to JFKs. For some it was a trip to their own teenage years, but to me the place has been a new discovery. One of the few places I can go in and feel one of the more normal people there! I love it! Not only does everyone wear black and chains but the music is AWESOME - bit like walking into a street in New York. Rock, metal, grunge etc etc all night. Can a girl ask for anything more on her birthday?! One of my last memories of the night was cutting a rug on the dancefloor to Killing In The Name Of and then i was off to Goodbodies pub for a fantastic and much needed fry up.
I looked like a banshee when I looked in the mirror before going to bed... the sign of a great night!
Thanks to everyone who turned up!
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