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God I'm totally thrown off my days, not sure what day/time it is right now, especially after that crazy weekend.
So I had a wonderful Christmas. Well I was pretty organised this year, although I only really bought for Stephen, and a gift for baby Marcus and that was it, so I didn't have a HUGE list of presents to get. Anyway Christmas Eve myself and Stephen went our separate ways in the morning, then met up again in the afternoon. Walked over to Central Bar, had a pint with Robert, then walked back and went to the new, fabulous Balducci's for bagels, caviar, lox etc. It actually wasn't as crazy as I thought it would be, but then again we had great team work. I waited online for the guy to slice my lox while Stephen waited on the checkout line...all very clever.
So that evening we went over to Professor and Snoopy's for a traditional Italian fish dinner. Oh god it was dreamy, not sure what the spices were that Professor used for the calamari, but it was truly to die for. Then a huge bowel of pasta with fish followed, just yummy. Then after that we went over to Dublin 6, for a pint, didn't end up staying as Dwane and Sabina were there, so we went straight upstairs to their apartment with Professor and Snoopy for some champagne and a few laughs.
The laughs were had, but mainly at Dwane who was plastered and kept coming out with truly bizarre comments.
Then it was home time, we stayed up a wee while, but not long.
Then it was CHRISTMAS DAY...yaya!! Love it,. love it, actually I forgot, Stephen the inner child that he is, COULD NOT wait to open some of his gifts, so Christmas Eve we both opened our stockings, which I know is totally naughty, but fuck it, it was fun.
So yeah I'm a lucky lucky girl, got everything I wanted, including a tres friggin cool AC/DC Vintage t-shirt....yeah baby, it rocks, I love it, in fact I'm wearing it now and will continue to wear it until it falls off me and walks to the washing machine.
I also got some fab puss in boots, but unfortunately they are running small, so I have to make a decision and either get them stretched, OR go back to the store and choose another pair as they only do store credit. Stephen IS NOT going to be happy about this at all. Oooh what else, oh yeah a beautiful angora/lambswool cardigan that just goes with everyting. Some seriously sexy knickers, oh my god they are so cute and honestly I think ANY WOMAN's ass would look good in these. Oh a facial, which I'm gagging to make an appointment for as my face seriously needs help. BUT I will wait until AFTER the New Year's festivities are over, THEN go and try to salvage what skin I have left?
Actually Francesca, Stephen's daughter arrives on the 3rd, so maybe I'll take her and we can both have a facial, wouldn't that be a laugh?
So yeah after spending a wonderful morning together, drinking champagne and chugging back the caviar, we finally got ourselves together and went over to Peter and Kiki's to spend Christmas Day with them and all of our other friends. I think there was about 25 of us all together, mainly Brits, so you can imagine the sort of afternoon it was. Oh my god it was insane, but such good fun. I've never known a day when so many people are laughing and dancing all at once, it was lovely, mad, but lovely. We bumped into Finbar one of the English lads on the subway on the way there, his girlfriend was back in London, so he was by his lonesome, but it didn't matter, not at this party, we were always together either sitting and chatting, out back fagging it, or dancing our asses off. Great it was. And you should of seen the friggin tree that Peter put in his living room? oh my god it was huge, biggest tree I've ever seen in somebody's house. So yeah we drank, we ate the most delicious lamb I've EVER eaten in my life, drank more, danced more, told silly jokes and then finally we all got completely smashed and then passed out. Fantastic....
Actually me and Stephen ended up staying there, well you see Stephen wanted to get a cab and go home, so he kept ordering car services, but I wouldn't go, I was enjoying myself and wanted to stay. So in the end he gave up. Peter directed him to the downstairs guest bedroom and we were all set. Actually the room is lovely, what isn't lovely is a noisy barking do and a 5 year old little girl at 7:30 the next morning making more noise than you can even imagine.
Kiki did make me the best coffee I've ever had, we dressed and came home in the nasty pouring rain of yesterday, but you know it's all good. We got back, put our sloppy clothes on and fought over the remote for most of the afternoon. Actually I don't think Stephen uttered a word yesterday, other than..."where do you wanna order food from"? EXCELLENT.
So now it's Tuesday the beginning of a new working week, although I thought it was but myself and Mark seem to have lost Paul, he's still out on Long Island at his mother's. Not sure when he's back so shortly I'm off to meet Stephen for lunch, yes I know, we're sad, but I don't care, I like having lunch with him, it's fun in Mustang Sally's. Oh shit I almost forgot, so Lily (our cat) has the last few days been limping a bit. Not much but enough for me to be concerned. So we need to get her more thyroid pills anyway, so I rang them this morning and they got me an appointment straight away. So of course I made sure I was dressed and ready to go first, THEN I went up stairs where the lovely Lily is stretched out on the bed and unfortunately no where near her cat box. So I gently life her up and put her in. SHE DOES NOT like this AT ALL. Starts jabbing at the gate, then a soft meow, which turned in a wail. Oh god.
So I get her to the vet's which is only around the corner but you know those boxes are so awkward to carry, my arm is like dead weight when I get there. Anyhow the vet gives her an anti-inflammatory jab for her leg, just in case she is in pain, so she does that and Lily doesn't flinch, shit I thought she'd go nuts, but she hardly moves. That's my girl, god I was so proud of her. OK so then they say they want to take some bloody to see how she's doing with the thyroid pills etc, so off they go, oh god by the time they brought her back the fucking cat was in bits. She looked like a rabid cat, gone completely nuts, she had like long, nasty drippings of saliva all down her mouth, and her eyes were popping out of her head. The vet felt bad, she explained that Lily DID NOT like the blood being taken at all, that she freaked out. My poor thing. So with that I quickly paid and came back. She's now upstairs, stretched out on the bed looking all fragile and feeling sorry for herself....PLEASE. Yeah I know she hates me even more now....."you let them take my blood, you BASTARDO.
Alright I have to go downstairs to the recycling area with all of this old wrapping paper then weather the winds and head up to see Stephen. Hey we still have New Year's to go yet....god that's going to be mental.
