What to say, what to say?
This one was supposed to be different, but...it is yet another, passing unobserved.
(I am going out tonight, though. Not to yoga, I'll have to skip it again so I can go to the opera evening and dinner at the club.)
Just so you know, I am happy for those of you in cuddly couplehood. You have all been where I am so you know how it feels. Cross your fingers it will happen for me before I'm 40!
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Am I like a London bus? Odd question I know. But you wait weeks without anything, and then I rumble along, (in various means) three or four times - almost all at once. Now...as to the significance of the day. Hmmm. It tends to pass me by these days. [As for this evening I'm still stuck in the office waiting for the filmsters to return.] But I remember the days when I too skipped joyfully - if rather rustically - in the world with all you hand-holders out there. As you will too Olivia, one day soon. You were not put upon this earth to dance gracefully alone. And as to the opera. Magnificent! What are you are going to see? And please remember. They love it if you recognise a bit and join in. Makes the whole thing that bit more jolly! Have a wonderful evening my friend.
Opera evening sounds like a lovely way to spend V-Day.
My friends and I used to celebrate Black V-Day in college, in protest of the happy, flowery, Hallmark version. Not in a truly cynical way, though; we just celebrated being single, which wasn't bad at all!
-merserene
Mr B ---- oh so that's what B stands for. Bus. Actually you're like all my other friends. And all of you turn up at the same time. Is it a conspiracy?
I will blog about the opera evening tomorrow, but there was a nice variety of well-known arias. No joining in...
Mers - yes I was among delightful companions.
How does one celebrate being single? Buy yourself a flower?
I think you celebrate by buying/eating totally selfish indulgencies. Like something with loads of garlic or huge yet comfy flannel pjs ;o)
Wear black, which is chic in itself. Get dolled up, go out for a night on the town as single people and be fabulous. :)
Why don't you just dress like the cute picture and have a few cocktails somewhere stylish? Knee length leather boots, fishnets, short skirt, tight top! Whay-hey - you go girl!
Crashed the pocket rocket on Saturday :-((( No-one hurt, just my ego and wallet - £600 to repair. Grr!
Nice, are you seeing an opera or a performance of arias? If the latter then who is performing? Aaah, I love the opera! Except Wagner. Well ok, some Wagner. But not much.
Agreed Becks, Wagner not that much except really the Ride of the Valkyries. But that... woohooo yeah!
Did most of you miss the fact that I DID go out last night???
Rox - if I bought huge PJ's I'd need someone in them with me! :P
Mers - I did wear black!
Anonanon - I WENT OUT. I wore my little black dress with knee-length black boots, black diamond tights, and a sort of russian-looking sage green bolero with a fur collar.
Come on, give me some credit!
Am I sorry about the pocket rocket? Mostly - not a good start. Your insurance is going to hate you now!
Rebecca - We heard arias, will blog about it later on.
I don't like any Wagner at all. Thankfully we didn't hear any.
Well huge of course is a relative term. Huge for you, (still tiniestest for me, I know that) so they are roomie and comfy and not sexy looking- which I suppose is impossibe in flannel at any size anyway. The good thing about being single is that if you make an effort it's just for you. And if you don't make an effort and just are comfy it's just for you too. When I broke up with the bf before Nick I sulkily didn't shave my legs for a week. Yes I admit that was horrid looking and a not overly satisfying indulgence in the end. But you get the idea?
Roxandra, ha ha! You were the bongle from the jongle.
Yep Becks that was so. Massively ape like actually.
Hahah, girls....
yea. flannel is massively unsexy. But hey, even though I am single, I slept in some very nice things :))))
As Nick is Cypriot...(make your own joke out of that, Rox)
Could you be referring to the (totally untrue btw) myth of them being exceptionally hairy and liking their birds hairy too? Well I am sure Nick wouldn't like me in hirsuit splendour- if I actually were that hairy to start with. God that would be horrid though!
Girls! Girls! Girls! No like Wagner?! I'm amazed! The poetic beauty of Tristan & Isolde. The wonderful Tannhauser that can leave the heart aching. Lohengrin. Where is the romance in your souls? Plus the exhuberance of the Flying Dutchman (actually quite easy to dance to. In school orchestra I was told off for boogieing at the back in the percussion section). And of course, the old Mastersingers. Great stuff!
Glad you had a wonderful evening young O. I was rather hoping you were being accompanied by a galant blade however. Your get up sounds magnificent. (But what on earth is a bolero? I'm not too aufait with women's clothes these days. Actually that sounds terrible doesn't it! As if I have a guilty secret past!)
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