I suppose I should be blogging

But its been hard to muster up some inspiration lately. Not that I've been lazing about doing nothing...

The play was a success. Monday's performance was ok but the lines went askew a couple of times. I think it was because it was their first time in front of a proper audience. Wednesday's was by far the best. The audience were really up for it and laughing like drains (?) the whole way through. Thursday's were a bit of a disappointment - far too quiet. It took a while to get them going but they enjoyed it in the end. I don't know why it is but for every single play we put on there's always one night when the audience are too quiet & unresponsive. There's some debate between the members as to whether its always Friday or Saturday's lot but they're all asleep nontheless. Its like all the introverts decide to get tickets for the same night. Weird. Anyway, we're glad its all over as we'd got sick of it after six months of rehearsing. Now I have my evenings free again. Hurrah! Now we have to wait & see if we've been nominated for any awards for it.

Went on my first works 'do' last week, a rather swanky chinese meal in Worsley, home of the rich & famous. And all paid for by the boss as we'd hit some target or other. I didn't even have to pay for a drink in the pub afterwards. Niiiice. One of the girls I work with gave me a lift as she lives near me & going into the restaurant she commented that she hates work do's and was really nervous. She's quite introverted in work. I know what that's like although for me it was more at the last place than here. I told her she'd be ok and then got an attack of stomach churning nerves myself. It was all ok once we'd been seated & I'd got some rather nice Pinot Grigio inside me. I enjoyed myself very much. Had a right laugh. I've been enoying myself a lot more at this new place. They seem a much more down to earth bunch than the previous place. So many people had been up themselves and downright rude & bitchy. The new lot aren't perfect (you'll often hear me cursing about one or two people) but they're relatively harmless and there's a good atmosphere about the place. I'm even nursing a bit of a crush on my boss. God help me, here we go again. I think my hormones have been a bit rampant lately as I've had not one but two saucy dreams about her in the last couple of weeks. Must keep a lid on it though. I must keep my cool.

And now this weekend I've been to a house party with the theatre lot. What a gorgeous day they picked. I didn't disgrace myself like the last time when I drank far too much wine & ended the night throwing up in their bathroom. Host & hostess said they were a bit disappointed that I was still fairly sober. I really did not want to be ill again. 3 cans of lager and I was done. And once the sun had gone in it got really cold. We ended up in the living room with the fire on full blast. It was a relief to get back to my mums where I was staying and sit in front of the telly with my jammies on and a nice cup of tea. And it was lovely to sit in the garden this afternoon in the sunshine chilling out & reading a CSI book, eating quiche & scones with jam & clotted cream and supping another cup of tea. With no-one bothering me. I didn't really want to come home again. I felt more relaxed than I have done in ages.

All this and I just realised I've missed out the stag do in Blackpool last weekend. Fantastic time. Had a great meal at an Italian restaurant called Tiramisu, drank & giggled lots and ate the most alcoholic dessert I've ever had. Saw a fabulous drag show at Funny girls. Wonderous dance routines. Paid £6 to get into Flamingoes nightclub only to spend it sitting in the internet cafe on the top floor which was playing 80s music & inserting the word 'cock' into as many TV programme titles as we could think of. All inspired by a 'dick on a stick' the two grooms had bought. I was shattered the next day and while my chums checked out of their rooms in the B&B and I was having an extra nap in bed the landlady revealed to them that she'd have to keep herself from joining me. Not that I would have encouraged her. She was a tad, er, weather-beaten to put it politely.

Or not politely - she was as rough as a dogs arse.

I was still flattered though.