What a weekend! After a great Friday night out with the re-instated lodger and the Friday night gang in my local town I thought I was in for a hangover from hell on Saturday morning but was pleasantly surprised. Then I remembered I'd spent a couple of hours in the club talking with an old mate about life, love (or lack of it) and career decisions and not consuming the copious amounts of alcohol normally associated with this type of Friday night behavior.
I met up with my footy-buddy before the match on Saturday for a spot of lunch and a small half. We sat and discussed the 3rd football buddy who had decided not to come along and make use of his season ticket because he was "shopping". This was as you'd have expected, not a course of action that is entirely acceptable in the ranks of the football fan. While annual holidays and family bereavements, even work commitments are taken as being excusable simply shopping for carpets (which can be done on Sundays as well as Saturday mornings or weekday evenings) is simply not good. My attendant footy-buddy also had the dilemma of a night out planned for that very night with our missing carpet shopper and their respective wife and girlfriend. It was going to be a very difficult situation. The other topic of conversation was about the fact that he thought it was time I found myself a husband and made myself a respectable woman (how marriage has anything to do with that don't know). See he had independently made the decision that 40 is not the new 30 as far as being a single/never been married woman is concerned.
After a most pleasing result at the Walkers stadium with two scorching goals from Hume and a more typical goal mouth scramble to earn us all three points I traveled home feeling in the mood for a night out. I didn't rush myself to get to this night out though I did make arrangements to meet up at some point with a good friend in town. At 10.15pm I finally made my way into town and struggled through the smog (which is still allowed in our ale houses) to find said drinking partner out with a couple of blokes who obviously were on form and had been propping up the bar for some time already. The banter was already in full swing and it became obvious my face and ribs would probably be aching in a very short space of time through the constant jibes and jokes that were passing back and forth. It was an easy, jovial evening and the pub was vacated to go for the requisite Saturday night Indian restaurant, the 4 of us became 9, the 1 bottle of wine became 4 and eventually, as we left the nice men to clear up the poppadoms and various curry sauces from the new white table cloths that had initially greeted us, it was decided that the 4 of us should go for another drink. Eventually we ended up back at Chez Lyndyloo for just one final bottle of vino rosso. The 4 became 3 as one fell asleep on the sofa and then 3 became 2 as one went to the spare room to get her head down.
The 2 became engrossed in conversations about everything that could possibly discussed at that time in the morning. We found out lots of things about each other, we listened to loads of music that we shared a common interest in, we discussed the meaning of life, the universe and everything. We drank coffee and talked some more... It was a magical, getting to know you, once in a blue moon, life is good, I don't ever want this to end kind of a night/morning. Sadly these nights to have to end eventually and at 7.30am ours was over but will never be forgotten. A new friend has been made and a ski holiday has been booked. I think thatbecause nights of this nature are so few and far between it's a shame you can't bottle the feeling you get and just have a sniff of it any time you feel a bit down.
Even after the 55 minutes sleep that I managed to get before a visitor knocked on my door for an early Sunday morning coffee before having to take kids footy training, (it was something that would normally be acceptable as I'm always up to take the dogs out quite early) my mood was happy and bright. In fact my mood has been up ever since. Have to admit to being in bed by 8.30pm that night though, (a girl has to get her beauty sleep at some point you know).
Maybe this week will just keep getting better.............
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