Well, today – a Sunday – I got up at 7.30am. I dragged my brain dead self into the shower, then I made my poor boyfriend drag his extra brain dead self up because I can’t tell my left from right and would get lost in a paper bag. I needed his skills for locating the whereabouts. We then headed up to the train station. I was heading to Glasgow to a Lady Luck Rules OK event, held in Auntie M’s Cake Lounge.
The day didn’t really start off too great. It was a beautiful day with clear blue skys, so I decided not to take a jacket. God knows what I was thinking. It’s Scotland, when do you not take a jacket with you – ever?!!! So shivering but getting hugs while waiting for the train I was thinking of better ways to be spending time. Hugs in bed? Hell yes. Oh, and I was wearing sandals so my feet were numb.
Got to Queen Street station and went to the underground – shut until 10am. Joy, the event starts at 10am. Taxi – not an option, too expensive, we’re skint (always). We start walking fast but I’m still not warming up, looking to get breakfast on the way there. We stopped to get a Subway and I got a breakfast sub. I’m not very good at eating on the walk/run, so we stop and sit on a wall. So I’m there starting to happily eat my Sub and a wasp decides it wants some too. Wasps freak me out. I’m a loony when it comes to them. I’ve got a coffee in one hand the sub in the other, so I run in circles whilst waving my sub in the air. The sausages fly out the sub, the tomato ketchup goes flying over my boyfriend and he is covered. He’s still in good humour though, cos he knows that could be boiling coffee all over him and it isn’t YET. He knows he has to get me away from the wasp. He shouts at me to keep going, which I do, at a frantic trott with intermitent thrashing about. He picks up my bag and runs in the opposite direction – nah, kidding he follows and then overtakes me. This wasp still wants the damn sub and is following us, however eventually decides that he’ll leave us alone, as I’m embarrassing even a wasp with my crazy walk/thrash stance. And relax! (Then get the ketchup off my man.)
So after this wee incident, I’m glad I didn’t need to bring the jacket after all. I’m so warmed up and red in the face, my feet are no longer numb! Result, who says wasps are good for nothing?!
Drunken Night Out Badge
I get to the event just on time and it goes well enough. Although it wasn’t really what I am doing with my business. It was still quite interesting and I did get to make a Russian Doll pendant with my name on it. Incase I forget who I am whilst out on the town – not so much a regular occurance anymore, but nevertheless useful.
