I went to a party with some fellow 20six bloggers. Diva and Nags hosted us at their cosy home in the next county; on Nag's side there was his (fit!) friend Ryan, an ex, her current beau, and another couple. On Diva's side there was her friend D and school chum Rosie. Then there were the bloggers Sunshine and her fiance Gareth, and Amycady.
This is the "Grecian" top I wore, only without the black bits or the belt now that it's hot, and a pretty ivory and jade necklace.
Nags and Diva, the couple of honour
Sunshine and Gareth
Rosie, fit Ryan, sleeping Darryl
Me (in Diva's big cardigan), Amy, Diva, Sunshine
I took a bottle of Grey Goose orange vodka which impressed them so much, they used it for the toast shots.
We spent a pleasant few hours eating the bountiful food, drinking lots of cocktails, and chatting. We were in a lovely gazebo under string lights that looked like stars.
No one got loud or moody or did weird things or fell over; all the alcohol did was make us laugh more and make me shut my eyes for photos. This is only the second time I've drunk so much; the first was also with them.
Another notable thing I've noticed about these Reading gatherings is no one uses foul language; instead, they make up words like "arsebiscuits" or "bumfluff".
At one point, some of us went into the living room to see the video of Diva's fashion show, the culmination of her fashion degree. This was 10 years ago, but the styles were timeless and luxurious. All satin, silk and lace in shades of champagne and cinnamon.
We were all agreed that she should start up again.
Everyone who wasn't staying overnight had gone home and the rest of us turned in at about 3am. Ryan and Rosie were in the living room, and Amy and I in the spare bedroom. Hot hot hot night, and thank goodness for the fan.
I woke up and checked the time at around 5 am. I'd had a dream, possibly alcohol-fuelled:
I was in the same house with the same people, but the house was different. There were 3 staircases and one of them led to the adjoining house. I kept getting lost and going up the wrong staircase, and the 2 female neighbours and I would exclaim "Oooh!" and I'd turn around and go back.
All of a sudden the house was a mansion, and we were all still there, and someone turned up called The Governor; we had to greet him rather formally. There was also the appearance of an actor who looked like a skinny Martin Sheen, but kinder and more uncle-like.
[This is when I woke up to check the time and went back to sleep to continue the dream.]
In the second dream Martin Sheen turned up again and I told him, "Oh, I just had a dream about you in the last one!"
In this dream, Diva was busying about, and I kept getting in her way, sort of like we were wind-up toys on two tracks that intersected at the wrong times. And I'd say "Sorry" and walk in a circle to let her pass and then end up back where I started.
Woke up again at quarter to 9, and Amy was awake so we chatted a bit and then we put in a couple more hours of sleep because no one was up yet.
The house began to stir at about 11am. Every time I woke up, I would drink water from my bottle, but when I got up for the loo at 8ish, I was still a bit wobbly. However, by 11 I was fine. They told me I must have an excellent liver; I know I have a fast metabolism. Diva commented on how sunny and sparkly I was on waking, even though she says she knows I was drunk last night.
I wandered about and met Ryan drinking water in the garden, and ended up telling him the dream. He was pretty blown away by it and was sure he would dream it tonight - at the time, I remembered more and it really was odd.
Amy couldn't handle anything more than dry toast, but the rest of us breakfasted on sausages in rolls with ketchup and HP sauce. Diva gave me the "I am a genius" mug, Ryan got the "Must not follow boys" and Amy and Rosie got naughty ones. We all lolled about chatting and laughing far more than I have in the past year put together. It really was a good thing for me.
By 2pm we were all on our way home. Diva and Nags took us into the station and waved us off into the train.
At Paddington Station, I was going to buy a couple of Krispy Kreme donuts, but I ended up being a good girl and bought a salad and lemon cheesecake slice at M&S.
Then I went home and called my Daddy for father's day. We seem to have revived our "mutual adoration society" (as I used to call it), so there is a nice balance restored and I am once again the happy daughter.
OK now there is an educational French film on and I have to go so that I can practise. It's called L'Anglaise et le Duc.