Weekend Freedom

So this weekend after I finished my work shifts I was out on the lash, the children have been at their grandparents all weekend so I took full advantage and it was a good couple of nights but omg am I suffering and I didn’t even drink that much. I’m sure there was a time when I could work hard and party harder but now? ugh I feel old, it takes me about a week to recover from one night out let alone two lol.
On the bright side Friday night I did manage to bump into some old drinking buddies from my old local, been four years since I seen them, somehow we ended up in Tesco at 2:30 in the morning which is the complete opposite direction from my house where we were headed after the pubs closed, finally made it home with a case of beers and a bottle of rum where we reminisced about old times and generally had a good old laugh. By the time they left it was about 5:30am.
Saturday night was just hysterical, I was out for a friends birthday and drank pretty much water all night so I was the sober one. While in the bar this group of girls walked in and I use the term girls lightly, I mean they were hippacrocapigs in little skin tight mini dresses thinking they are all that, so there they are grinding their fat asses against any male they could (Doormen included) and giving it large and the men physically retched and ran away screaming, the poor blokes blatantly couldn’t hide their reaction to these girls even to their faces. I was pmsl. Then one of the girls had the cheek to call me a fat slag, I just laughed harder, me fat? Yea right I’m a skinny size 8 – 10 in clothing and at a healthy weight of 8 and half stone for my height and build, so you can imagine why I found her comment so funny. But not nearly as funny as when she walked up to the doorman that I was talking to and says with a jaunty wink “Do you think I’m sexy darling?” He just says to her “No that why I run away whenever you come near me” and legs it outside and retches, I lmao so hard I had tears streming down my face and my ribs hurt.
Now it’s 2pm sunday and I’m having to do all the housework I skipped over the weekend waiting for the children to come home. Can’t wait to see them, nice as it’s been not having them here the house doesn’t feel right with them not thundering through it.