Day Two Hundred and Seventeen
Last night my live wildly friend, Michelle, sent me a message at 8:30pm. The message read:Going to Nameless to watch my friend Hannah DJ. Not going to be out late. Dress in 80s style, I'm on the way to pick you up.
That was all it took for me to get my mother and my Aunty Colleen piled in my bedroom and rummaging through my cupboards to convert my pajama'd look into an 80s child. Michelle got to my house at 9pm and I got into her car wearing mini-highrise blue shorts with a matching blue top that was tucked in and this was perfectly matched with my blue platform shoes. I had frizzed my hair and with the help of super hold hairspray had bushed it up to stand wild and carefree.
We arrived at The Nameless Pub and Michelle stepped out of her car sporting black and pink shiny sneakers with tight pink jeans and a matching pink stripped t-shirt that was rolled up revealing her stomach. Her hair had been placed into a high pony that sat fittingly on the side of her head. She looked amazing!
The night was filled with the best of the 80s music, a handful of people that were dressed up to fit the theme and the age group started from as young as Michelle and myself to grey haired party animals. We danced the few hours we were there, showing off the few 80s dance moves that we knew, and when we weren't dancing, we were huddled on a bench chatting like a couple of grey haired grannies having tea. We went home pretty early and as soon as I got home, I flopped into bed and slept like a log.
I woke up in the morning and Oh Gawd was all that ran through my head while I grabbed the side of my bed wondering why it was swaying backwards and forwards. That was it. I had stopped drinking for 6 months and I hadn't had a hangover (however mini this one was) in 7 months, so this feeling was not welcomed and it hadn't been missed either.
Today the decision has been made:
I'm placing my wine glass aside and down the drain the red liquid goes.
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That was all it took for me to get my mother and my Aunty Colleen piled in my bedroom and rummaging through my cupboards to convert my pajama'd look into an 80s child. Michelle got to my house at 9pm and I got into her car wearing mini-highrise blue shorts with a matching blue top that was tucked in and this was perfectly matched with my blue platform shoes. I had frizzed my hair and with the help of super hold hairspray had bushed it up to stand wild and carefree.
We arrived at The Nameless Pub and Michelle stepped out of her car sporting black and pink shiny sneakers with tight pink jeans and a matching pink stripped t-shirt that was rolled up revealing her stomach. Her hair had been placed into a high pony that sat fittingly on the side of her head. She looked amazing!
The night was filled with the best of the 80s music, a handful of people that were dressed up to fit the theme and the age group started from as young as Michelle and myself to grey haired party animals. We danced the few hours we were there, showing off the few 80s dance moves that we knew, and when we weren't dancing, we were huddled on a bench chatting like a couple of grey haired grannies having tea. We went home pretty early and as soon as I got home, I flopped into bed and slept like a log.
I woke up in the morning and Oh Gawd was all that ran through my head while I grabbed the side of my bed wondering why it was swaying backwards and forwards. That was it. I had stopped drinking for 6 months and I hadn't had a hangover (however mini this one was) in 7 months, so this feeling was not welcomed and it hadn't been missed either.
Today the decision has been made:
I'm placing my wine glass aside and down the drain the red liquid goes.
Follow @TheFirstChild
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