Hi kitty cats!
My lovely man snapped this bonkers photo of me late Saturday night (actually now that I think about it, it was more like early Sunday morning) after returning home from two shindigs with our lovely friends.
I shouted down from upstairs that I needed him to take a photo of my skirt and as I raced downstairs this is what happened:
I kind of love it.
Almost as much as I love this skirt.
Either way, ho hum, pigs bum.
And elsewhere in the cosmic kitchen -
All the noms were enjoyed in this photo. Oh yes.
Also, in cool news on the comedy front, I was invited to perform at an open mic in Surrey on Sunday night (and I did it! HUZZAH!)
This turned out to be excellent fun times. I brought a rad posse of bad-ass friends to keep me company, as I was a little nervous about being the only girl comic there – as I imagine this position to be one with some inherent loneliness.
I can only imagine how nuts it would have been had I showed up and just proceeded to read some Brothers Karamazov while waiting to do my set.
Actually, I kind of want to do that next time just to see the reaction.
I am also going to be performing at a Pro-Am show on December 20th.
So things are happening! Funny things are happening!
In the meantime, I am actually dead alive on my feet after a weekend of madcappery and brilliance.
On Friday night I met up with a fab friend for a post-work drink, and goodness gracious was that ever a laugh and a half.
Seriously dudes, when I say that all the laughs were belong to us, THIS IS NO JOKE.
We also might be clinically insane.
As I rode skytrain home I kept trying to read my book but couldn’t because I just kept giggling like a bloody loon. People were looking at me like I was absolutely mad.
(Not a heck of a lot different from my everyday experience, but hey, at least I’m always enjoying myself, right?)
When I got home M had prepared for us an amazing fondue feast and we gorged ourselves on gruyere before retiring to our newly transformed Christmas den (aka living room) to watch Love Actually and drink scotch (him) and tea (me.)
Don’t think I’ll ever be able to do the scotch thing, but it seems as though Mr. M is turning into el suavo extraordinaire.
Such a total, total, stud.
The rest of the weekend was a whirlwind of parties, runs, cleaning sprees, gift shopping, and catch-up brunches (are there any other kind?)
Goodness I hope not.
What did you all get up to this weekend?
I want to hear all about it.
(And that’s no joke.)