The Long Goodbye
Mood: Bit hungover
Listening to: Nicky playing a game
Last night was the big going away party for Bloke, held at the local pub.
Thought, as this was the first time we'd been out in public together (not counting the time we met up for a quick kebab in a town 50kms away for about 25 minutes) I thought I aught to get a little dressed up. So out I headed, with my cute little denim skirt, fishnets, black knee high stilleto boots, tight black top and demure pink cord blazer.
I had an awesome night - Blokes ex girlfriend was there with one of her mates, and I started the night talking with them and another lady who works at our local bank. Unfortunately I couldn't stomach their conversation, which was covering such topics as using thermometors as dildos for cats who were too young to breed to get them off heat (as recomended by the breeder apparently) and how vets "assist" dogs to collect sperm for artificial insemination. All in all, it was pretty gross, so I went to the bar and started chatting with one of my girlfriends hubbies.
This absolutely cracked me up, cos after we'd been talking for a while, I had to visit the ladies. And while I was gone, the bloke who was standing on the other side of me (a friend of mine) struck up a conversation with my friends partner, telling him he'd better back off, and not "cut Blokes grass mate".
Really!
This is why I love this town. They look out for each other, and in the same way they look after me. It would of course be nice if they could get their information correct before having a go at people!
But (to steal a line...) I digress. While we were at the pub, we played some very very cool pub games. I've never seen anything like it before. Amazing. Only in my town would this happen... or perhaps I've never been to the right pubs!
First game: Lay a pool cue down as a marker line. Get two empty glasses, and two empty stubbies. Glasses for boys, stubbies for girls. Starting with feet behind the line, stretch forward as far as you can, you can put down one hand. Then reach forward with the other hand and put down the glass / stubbie. Then get back up again (and this is the hard part!!) without putting down your other hand, and without moving your grounded hand. No dragging, no movement at all, just cleanly off the floor. The person with the furthest marker wins.
Second game: The box. Take a cardboard box, and put it in the middle of the floor. Then take turns to pick the box up with your teeth. No hands. You may put ONE knee on the ground, but no hands. Once you have the box in your mouth, stand up, and tear part of the box away. As the box disappears, you have to get lower and lower to pick it up - which is bloody hilarious when everyone involved is a bit tanked!
Third Game: You need a bunch of coins, a bucket and a pot glass. Right, so you put the coins between your butt cheeks (the girls seemed to really enjoy assisting the boys to position the coins - any excuse to touch up a hottie!) Once in position, you walk the length of the bar, and drop the coins into the bucket. (This is harder than it seems!) Once you have mastered this one, remove the bucket, and repeat, attempting to drop the coins into the pot glass.
I've never laughed so hard in my life!
Two more days till Bloke goes. Its like the last days of pregnancy - the days when you can't see the end, and every minute feels like an hour. There is also much sympathy - which is funny, because I'm not really sad about it, however, I think on the day I will be sad. He's a good person, and I will miss having him in my life. But, at the same time, there are aspects that I won't miss at all. Its been very cathartic talking to him about it, his opinion is that I'll miss him for a day or two then move on to someone much much better.
I still argue that point with him. Yes, I'll move on. Track records would suggest that I won't be a long time single. However, there is no better. Only different.
Still, belly laughs are the best cure for any kind of blues. Perhaps I should just spend more time at the pub!
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