He sang Nirvana, which was slightly amusing; I sang um, John Legend. Headed off to the Mandog with Moogs, L, C and the crew, and I wore my once-a-year tiniest, blingiest gold
Saturday was E’s birthday party, starting off as a giggle and drinks by her pool.
We did not stop giggling the entire day, C and I thought we were hilarious - we tend to think we are anyway - what with posing as FHM models on the edge of the eternity pool, we thought this was too funny, when actually we were probably just really sad.
Did you know that Jaegermeister was originally intended to help cows with colic? Which explains why everyone has the shits on Saturday morning. Urban legend? I think not. I met someone else who is also terrified of Kreepy Krauly’s/Baracuda’s/Pool Cleaning Devices!
We should start a support group. He also has nightmares about them, thinks they’re gonna suck up his leg and actually have teeth, and thinks it purposefully chases him around the pool.
You know it’s a good party when:
1) You wake up in your boyfriend’s bed wearing a bikini.
2) There is a hairclip attached to your right nipple.
3) You have tomato sauce all over your face.
4) Sit talking to a car guard about life then remember that you actually have to be somewhere, hence the reason for going to your car. But where?
5) You tried to watch a DVD, and due to epic double vision you sit giggling on the couch with one eye open and one closed. Because with one eye closed, Val Kilmer is one person, not two. Then give up altogether.
6) Get carried to bed and tucked in (bless)
Sunday involved getting some sun on the side of a mass of water, then dinner and a movie with him. We ate sushi, which I have grown to like immensely over the last year, ran in the rain, and watched The Devil Wears Prada. Like finally. It was my choice.
And most importantly: he let me drive his car a bit. An Audi A3 with a mofo turbo. I think I came on the seat from the speed and exhilaration of driving my favourite vehicle - breathe on the accelerator and it flies.
But the car experience only accounts for like one sixteenth of my happiness right now. I'm so very happy.