PARTY PARTY PARTY

7/12/11- 13/12/11

Another few days at work and then it was the weekend. My new Job is going well and I remembered just how much I enjoyed working in housing. We may be 12,000 miles away from home and a few of the procedures are different but social housing tenants are the same the world over. Many a good tenants, a few are completely chaotic and a small number cause all the problems. I was taken to the estate that everyone told me was awful and not a place to go… well it would be the upmarket accommodation and area in the UK! In my hour driving round I saw only one of each of the following- boarded up house, graffiti, wrecked car and a drug deal. I think I will be ok here.

So onto the weekend and what a weekend it was. Saturday and we headed out to James staff Christmas lunch. Much eating, merriment and a game of cricket later and we were heading back to get changes for our main party of the weekend.

We were off to a studio 54 themed party. No for those who don’t know what this is (me included) it was a fabulous nightclub in 1980’s America. In essence anything went. James dressed in 80’s gym gear with white socks to the knees with meat written on the side, tiny running shorts a vest and head bands. True to form I opted for drag. The costume and make up were borrowed from various people but obtaining size ten heals was a challenge. After visiting 3 shops and enlisting the bemused shop assistants I eventually found a pair of heals that went with my dress. Yes the hurt but buy god they were fabulous darling!

All made up we headed up to Roger and Rosses with a few friends for pre drinks. The odd looks we got on the way only encouraged me to roll down the windows and wave to my “admirers!” After pre loading the booze we headed up to the party which was conveniently located up a goat track from R&R’s. Normally no problem but heal, a short dress and fishnets did prove to be somewhat of a challenge!

As the party progressed the frivolity increased and came to a crescendo when James pushed me into the pool. Normally this would be more prerogative and stupidity level but James excelled as this lady was storing the camera and phone down her knickers at the time. There was a collective hush as I entered the pool but calm remained as I had the realisation that this single act had wiped the slate clean on a decade of my stupidity! A price well worth paying one thinks.

Post party we stumbled down the goat track and fell into R&R’s hot tub for a post party party as only the Kiwis could do. Oh for a warmer climate in the UK!