This morning I have wallowed in self pity as my hungover self tries to regain normal human function.
But what a surprisingly epic and fun night. In fact, I could not have asked for a better send-off from my colleagues, complete with Australian food package from Mrs N (In my hungover state I am devouring the Twisties).
A night out with Meat Loaf blazing, a bottle of vodka and awesome company is a very good night indeed.
Newborn babies are scary. I know we are supposed to be all gaga for them, but I have a pathological fear of them.
Today I held Miss Halle for the first time. Born on the day that Australia got it’s first ginger Prime Minister, I expect good things from that girl.
But while I was holding her I realised that she is so utterly dependent on me for this short time that I had control over her. This teeny tiny blob that 4 days ago was in her Mummy’s tummy can’t hold her head up, can’t feed itself and can’t wipe it’s own bottom.
That’s a lot of pressure for someone with a hangover to deal with.
Deep down though, as I was cradling her in my arms, whilst her Mum laughed at my complete uncomfortableness, I did hear the faint faint sounds of my hidden biological clock ticking away.
I quickly silenced it however upon my return home with a glass of wine and some camembert – neither of which I would be apparently allowed to have if I was knocked up.
I went out last night. It was one of my very best friends birthdays so we went out to celebrate.
The problem is with these sorts of occasions is that there is the expectation of having a good time and that puts all sorts pressure on you.
Don’t get me wrong, I had fun, I think. I’m not sure I remember. But I had a high expectation was not fulfilled.
I’m also disappointed in my behaviour last night. Most of it is blacked out. I don’t remember how I got home.
I’m looking forward to next weekend and the possibility of a DVD marathon with the birthday girl. I think these days thats’ my sort of night out.
Sometimes I think that perhaps I am too old for this.
So last night was fun. Still an overrated evening, but was just as enjoyable as any other night out.
It probably ranks in the top 5 best new years. But last years still beats them all.
Ridiculously hung over today and not at all coping with anything. So am going to watch Series 9 of Friends and feel sorry for myself in bed.
New Years Resolutions. Made in good faith this time every year and destined to be broken by February.
My list is similar each year and somewhat resembles one of my favourite heroine Bridget Jones’. Each year I fail miserably. It was on the news just the other day that it is pointless to make them because 90% of people don’t stick to them.
2010 is looking like a promising year for me so my resolutions this year are going to reflect my new full and happy life.
1. Lose a bit of weight. Which was successfully achieved during 2009, however have put it all back on again during the birthday/Christmas festiveness.
2. I would like to complete the Beginners Italian CD course that I purchased on a New Years resolution whim in 2005.
3. I will astound my new bosses in my job, and strive to do my very best at all times. Even when hung over and all want to do it crawl under desk with a pillow. I will not be lazy and avoid doing work by doing tea rounds, but tackle everything head on. After a year on unemployment and working in a supermarket I will not complain about having a lovely office job ever again.
4. I will stop letting men sleep with me whenever they want and instead try this “hard to get” business I hear so much about.
5. I will try and eat more fruits and vegetables. This is on the list every year and every year I fail because I just don’t like them. Broccoli – Blugh!
6. I will move out of my parents home. As it is just depressing to be living at home at the age of 27. This will also lead to family relations improving, stress levels decreasing and an improvement in my love life.
7. I will make more of an effort to catch up with friends, instead of idly laying in bed watching DVD’s and moaning about being bored.
8. I will spend less time on facebook and on my computer farting around, unless I am actually doing something productive like writing for the blog or writing my book.
9. I will save all my pennies to enable travel to the UK to visit my lovely London family.
10. I will not sulk about being single, but develop inner pose and authority and sense of self as woman of substance, complete without man, as best way to obtain man*
Auld Land Syme!
*This is stolen directly from Bridget Jones Diary by Helen Fielding. I think this is one of my favourite resolutions of all time.
I am definitely feeling my age today.
Long gone are the days when I could party all night, then back it up with all day at work, or more fun.
Last night was Christmas, and whilst it was not too drunken, it was a big day. After getting up at 7 and then a long day of eating, then a long evening of drinking then crazy frivolity, followed by a not very restful sleep.
Today I have not been able to do anything useful at all. In fact I have not got out of my pyjamas all day (well they were a Christmas present). I watched a movie then had a 4 hour long Nanna nap.
I just can’t pull up like I used to.
