The World According To Me

Okay, so I said I'd post on the weekend. But then the weekend was a glaze of drinking and good food, so I didn't post. I even had to take yesterday off work, which makes my post a day later than it should be. And of course I forgot to upload photo's of Lucy in a silly hat (yes, it exists) so that will have to wait until later also.

Weekend was reminiscent of the good ol' days, where I had a fairly active social life and weekends were predominantly spent hungover. Friday night Pom and I went out with another couple who are the funnest* people in the world. They came over for risotto first of all, and we had drinks at home, including vodka shots out of scotch tumblers. Must remember to buy shot glasses when I'm next shopping for the house. The plan was to head to a pub where none of us had been before, however once we trundled down there at about 11pm, it was already shut. Typical. So we decided to go to another place, which I'd already been to but didn't really remember doing so. We played pool, danced, drank and mind-fucked strangers. So much fun. Pom and I wearily headed home at about 2.30am. Way way past my bedtime.

Saturday, as a consequence, was a write-off for me. I wasn't messy in the slightest the night before, just cheerily tipsy. It seems, however, that my body has decided to reject the concept of alcohol almost completely, and as such my brain was throbbing when I woke up. Some neurophen and a lazy day dotted with nanna-naps soon sorted that out however. Which was lucky, as on Saturday night I had organised to take my mum out for dinner for her birthday. My sisters were due to guard the house whilst we were out, and provide Lucy with some new love and entertainment for the evening, and I set them up with enough DVD's and junk food to keep them happy. There was an unexpected twist when my mum's new beau*** walked in the door also. It's weird being 24 and vetting your mother's new love interest, but I coped. I think I sufficiently impressed upon him what was expected (i.e. treating her well or having my foot placed in his behind, flowers for no reason, etc). He is very nice, and he and my mum behaved like love-sick teenagers all evening, holding hands under the table etc. The restaurant** we went to was just superb, I haven't had a meal so mouthwateringly perfect in as long as I can remember. To try and recount it is too difficult, but I was very, very impressed.

Sunday was spent predominantly being lazy, but interspersed with some cooking. We caught up with a friend of Pom's (the one he went to the beach with a few weeks ago) for a short while, but that was about it.

We also at some stage over the weekend went to look at dining tables, which is the next item on the list of big things to buy for the house. I found two that I liked, being this one and this one. We are a bit torn. I love the first one, it is gorgeous and lovely and modern, however I'm having a bit of a conundrum as to whether it's too modern, and in 2 years am I going to get the shits on with it because it's dated but I have to live with it for another 5 years. The second one is also nice, more classic but with less impact. Any comments or suggestions would be welcomed. I subscribe to the theory that before buying furniture (or anything major, really) that you have to be absolutely in love with the item before you should fork out any money to actually purchase it. Especially with such things that you are going to look at/sit on/eat from for an extended period of time. The same usually goes for clothes also (obviously without the extended period of time clause), however my wardrobe is not entirely testament to this.

I have suggested to Pom that we keep looking a for a little while until we find something we both love, and continue eating from our laps in the meantime.

*Not a word, obviously. But very elegant and evocative, don't you think?

**I tried to find a suitable link for the place, but only came up with The Age Good Food Guide 2006 "The name sounds Italian, but a quick scan of Letizia's menu reveals influences from Japan, the Mediterranean and Asia." Which does not do it justice in the slightest.

***Traditional mum word, which I am now using because my mother and I seemed to have swapped roles.