Its not normally like this, I swear. Usually I go home after work and read a book, cook myself dinner, maybe watch some TV, do some yoga and then go to bed.
Not this week. This week I am Madam Social Butterfly. Well, Madam Social Moth would perhaps be more appropriate given the nocturnal nature of the change.
Monday night I went to a birthday dinner party (I was the only single human being – their cat was also single, but definitely goes out at night more than me).
Tuesday night – as you know – I was supposed to be going to Handsome Vanilla Man’s concert, but failed and ended up staying at work til 8.45pm and then going out for Sushi with girlfriends from the office.
Wednesday – last night – I went to a pub quiz (they call it Trivia Night over here) with friends… except that the quiz had been cancelled, so we began our own Trivia Quiz, firing questions at each other over the shandies. I garnered an inappropriate amount of praise for being able to name and draw all seven of the Ancient Wonders of World on a beer mat but entirely failed to name any members of the current Australian cricket team. Or football team. Or rugby team.
Tonight, I am going out to The Ivy in the city with friends for cocktails and then dinner. In honour of which occasion I have abandoned my customary scruffiness and am – I hope suitably – attired in my LBD (Little Black Dress: translation for the men) and heels. I have even put my hair up. Check me out. *twirls*
Tomorrow night is a house-warming BBQ for a friend, down by the Harbour. I already have my sausages.
Saturday night I am going for dinner and a movie with my Running Accountant Friend.
Sunday. If you need me, I’ll be lying down in a dark room.