I went to a friend’s 40th on Saturday night. I had a great time. I drank far too much of too many different varieties (wine, beer, Cosmopolitan, Slippery Nipples, Tequila). Consequently I felt really quite awful yesterday and really tired. I was in a very social mood on Saturday night. Some occasions I go to I talk when I have to but I find it hard to initiate conversation and to keep conversations going unless I’m talking to someone who can.
The planets must have been aligned for me on Saturday night though, as I was on fire. I had interesting stories to tell about what I’d been up to recently and I made a real effort to get around to lots of people to catch up.
But while I’ve got invites galore on my fridge to the next 40th (three to be exact, and that’s just for the next month) most of these parties will have my friends there and not many new people, aka eligible single men, for me to meet. It’s recycled people at the same events over and over. And because I go to these, I organise babysitting for them and that’s that babysitting favour or payment done for a little while so going to the pub to see a band is a hard thing to organise when babysitting is required.
My friend was talking to a bloke on Saturday night and just after they started talking his girlfriend came over to claim her fella, or spray on him to claim her territory as my friend described it. My friend just gave up talking to him as she couldn’t be bothered with the jealous girlfriend or wife. This could have been a lost opportunity for my friend to make a new friend and maybe meet others through him.
Come on girlfriends and wives. Not all of us single women are looking for your boyfriend or husband. Do you not want to expand your social network too, or now that you have a relationship, you’re so insecure in that relationship that your partner cannot under any circumstances talk to a female that you don’t know personally.
So back to the recycled people that will be at the next 40ths that I go to, hopefully I’m wrong. Next week I think there will be some different people and while I have to take Jaycee Junior with me, I can sneak him out into the car if I’m trying to impress some bloke. Only joking. I’m a package deal. If you don’t like dogs and kids then don’t bother knocking on my door.
The weekend after that is my ex-boyfriend’s 40th and who knows who’s in his social network now that I’m not organising a lot of it.
By the time my 40th comes around I think I’ll be ready for a long holiday and won’t bother with a big party.
So recovery yesterday involved Shrek 2, chocolate, iced coffee, hot chips, lying down a lot and drinking lots of water.
