Or maybe more aptly titled:
The Rise Before The Fall
So yesterday was kinda great.
It didn’t seem like it was going to go that way as I ran, arms flailing and sweat dripping, for my Luas, only to have it drive off as I got within two seconds of it.
You just know he saw me, waited for me to get close and then took some serious sexual pleasure in closing those doors.
Anyway, I trudged into work 20mins late, realising that today was the day that they were doing stuff to the electricals in our centuries-old building, which would result in chaos as we would be missing hours of recordings.
The predicted hour blackout turned into two hours and 30mins.
Turned out the discourse was indeed sweet and I got to catch up on Vogue and Elle.
The final few hours of my working day were a bit mental, what with having to work and all that, but I was unaffected by the madness, knowing that I was going to spend a few preciously rare hours with the recently dubbed ‘vixen’, Miss Blau Von T.
Yes, my friends, the reincarnated harlot of the silent movie era had made her way to Dublin from Cork!
We spent glorious hours drinking chocolate bars made into milkshakes (thank you Evolution) and shopping in Urban Outfitters.
Turns out today was the beginning of their Summer sale and you can colour me bargained!
My wardrobe is beaming as I speak!
You know what I mean.
And just when I thought things couldn’t get more wonderful, along came Whisty.
Twas like my birthday and Christmas in one hanging out with these girls.
You already heard me rave about Blau in previous posts and you’re about to endure some raves with the subject matter of Whisty.
She’s just a gem.
And I kinda want her hair.
I hear scalping is illegal now…. *sigh*
So we giggled and innuendoed and spilled some beans over giant burgers and cider at Gourmet Burger.
Heading home on the bus, The Boy text to say he’d collect me from the stop, which is really very sweet considering we live about a 4mins walk from it and so there’s no need at all for him to raise his bum from the couch.
Exhilarated from my wonderful evening and heart-warmed by his gesture, I felt compelled to plant an enthusiastically passionate kiss on him upon our meeting.
Unfortunately, I was a little too enthusiastic and he, completely caught off guard by my attempted mouth rape, lost his balance, causing me to lose my balance….and then fall over in the middle of the street while he stood helplessly watching.
I have a scraped elbow and knee.
And a potentially broken toe.
So much for a romantic Hollywood-esque embrace!