My weekend.

Wow, I havent been on here for a coupl'a days.
Whats been happening? Well not much really. I havent suddenly won the lottery, or been whisked off by a rich, hunky dude with an 8 inch schlong to the Maldives. No I'm still broke and horny, lol.

Saturday - I got up early (10am eeeek) and went to town and looked for sommething to wear because I was going out (actually wish I didn't bother now, but I'll get into that later). Found a dress, heels, belt, purse and a t-shirt dress in New Look. The belt, purse, and T-shirt dress are all going back. I looked like someone had painted me in electric blue, NOT a good look!
Then I made my way to my Nans and met Mum and done some bits with them, watched some Michael Jackson programmes and depressed ourselves. It didn't help that Nan then turned around and said to us 'You know he died just the other day ya know???'

So we left Nan's before we developed dementia aswell and went to mine so I could get tarted up. I choose the butterfly dress from New Look and 'sky high' blue velvet heels (stupid idea, my feet were bleeding at the end of doing too many Michael Jackson moves, lol).
Mum dropped me to Charlene's about 9.30 and then we left to go to Notting Hill for our friends B'day party. That was crap. It was in the basement of a restaurant and all of her friends were yuppies, 'mwah mwah dahhhling' type of people. Patrice was already drunk so we took some pics with her and stood by the bar, then ran up the stairs and went back to the car. We were there all of 6 mins.
Passed by another club which was about £12 to get in but one look at the queue told us one of us would've got shot if we went in so we went to THE PRIORY in Ealing.
Now I'm either getting old or just too picky but I'm never going to the Priory again (unless I take up Crack Cocaine as a past time).
Weird men by themselves NOT dancing but staring, skinny girls with BIG bellies hanging over their too short shorts, crazy japanese tourists who look liked they've been injected with Speed...wrong just wrong! And I was dressed quite nice if I say so myself. Got in about 4am and called DB.

Sunday - Waddled down to my Mums because she had TheBoy whilst I shook my booty.
She wanted us to repaint her room so she could get over her wankstain ex boyfriend. It was fun, we played music and got covered in pink paint and just generally chatted rubbish. I love me mum I do! She's a top bird!
And that was it...My weekend.