OH MY GOD!!!
just had the most fabbity weekend ever,
got to see sir digby at work in his dj guise in the exchange and gas works . The loonies were out enmass and it started as soon as we walked in the place.. you name it we had it.. plagues of chavs,, toilet floods , arsey bouncers, alcohol and some of the most awsome music ever.. best of all i had " my family" around me from my ickle sister nina and her bf ben, to my pseudo brothers roj, rob and james, not forgetting brookie ( the guy who gets the crapola kicked out of him on a regular basis for shits n giggles) and his gf brooke ( who belches so loud she scares the neighbours).
most of all i got to see another side of sir digby and even i have to admit i did a fecking good job coloring his hair black and purple , we chatted about things i havent opened up about in years and it was nice even if i did want to throw up and run away after admitting a few stuff.. luckily it was all cool and the madness continues.
So heres to another mad weekend..BRING IT ON !!!
sometimes i feel like im standing on the edge of oblivion about to jump off...........................................
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Diggers made me pack for the weekend away on thursday night, i pack better under pressure so i just knew i was gonna forget something.....
Diggers picked me up in one of his works sleek black limo's (snarf..wheels of death) the driver dropped us off at the train station, we boarded the train to leeds and digby got out his book and i got out my mp3 player..ready to snooze the distance away..after 40 mins we had to change trains..leeds to kings cross...on arrival at king cross we had to circumnavigate london on the tube , not an easy feat let me tell you then from london victoria onto brighton or so I thought.
a few stops down the line digby announced we had to get off at gatwick airport...huh??
we crossed the airport and stopped to chat to a guy in jeans and a jacket who asked us to follow him, me draggin my trolley case sulkily behind muttering all the way while digby chatted to " the man"
after a short walk we headed to a desk where we were asked for our flight schedule..double huh???
" the man" handed over some documents and we were told to go load up and get ready for take off before we missed our spot...what the hell????
we crossed the tarmac and every time i asked digby what was going on he said wait and see
sitting in a small private plane a voice came over the speaker system.." the man" ....i listened ...OH MY GOD WE ARE GOING TO PARIS!!!!
once we were settled the man ( or john as i was asked to call him ) told me as the only girl i was to be the trolly dolly of the flight and do the safety announcement.. clipping on the microphone i addressed the passengers all 3 of them..
" good afternoon mental men , welcome to flight 666 hades airlines .. can i have your attention please while i run through the following saftey announcements, Im lilac , il be your cabin crew for today...there may be 50 ways to leave your lover but only one way off this plane which is situated here* points at door*
please leave your seatbelts on untill the sign flashes to tell you it is safe to remove them, in the event of an emergency we will ask you to adopt the 'brace' position which is achieved by putting your head between your knees and kissing your ass goodbye
smoking on board is not allowed seats have been allocated for smokers out on the wing.
The flight will take aproximately 1hr and 15 mins , we hope you enjoy your journey and we pray we all land in one piece"
at this point john is laughing so hard we nearly didnt take off, digby is having a coronary in his seat and the other 2 gents flying with us looked petrified spesh when i crossed myself as i sat down...I dont think ide make a good flight attandant....
we landed in paris just before 6pm such a beautiful city only once we got to the hotel i opened my case and.... you guessed it i had forgotten my toothbrush, so off i went in search of one while diggers unpacked and showered, 2 hrs later i felt a hand on my shoulder,
" manque bonsoir, est-ce qu'il un monsieur au bureau recherche une dame de votre description..he a donné son nom comme poulet digby de monsieur cesar, vous aime mon personnel l'informer que vous êtes ici ?"
"veuillez oui lui disent que je suis ici, il est mon mari, j'ai perdu la voie du temps, il dois être si fâché... merci, votre très aimable"
In marched one very cross looking digby, its not my fault the shoes were to die for and on the way to the pharmacie to buy a toothbrush.. to make it up to him i wore the shoes to dinner and didnt moan once that they pinched my toes...even when we walked around the eifel towers base i stayed quiet, aware one wrong word could set off the argument , untill digby went quiet ..." erm ginger, !!!!????" ( oh fuck nooooooooo dont you dare, dont you bloody dare) " ginger , Ive been thinking will you NOT marry me!!???"
what???????????????????????????????????????
bless him he had decided that we didnt need a bit of paper to prove how much we loved each other , so i promised not to marry him any time soon unless we were off to vegas.....
to cap off a story we had dinner on the river bank , had a nosey around the louvre, shopped for gifts in the most beautiful quaint little boutiques then flew back home as we both have to work monday.
romantic suprises, 10 out of 10
beautiful scenary, 10 out of 10
shoe shopping misery 10 out of 10
now i have to think of something to match it over spring bank ....answers on a postcard please .
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Very true, you don't need a piece of paper to prove how much you love each other. It sounds like a most wonderful weekend and adventure. I am envious.
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captainglobehead
13:24 May 28 2008
I am very, very happy for you and Sir Digby. It sounds like you're getting along great and learning new things about each other.
*fumes jealously*