"You watch your former lovers growing old"

Another weekend at home; another heroic intake of alcohol.

Friday was just a mellow chilled out evening, just Nice & I hanging out.
Saturday was a day for The Boy we went over to Northampton to have a snoop round the shops. We ended up getting 4 new games for the X-box. All were pre-owned & as cheap as chips so it was a bit of a result. Nice joined me for a couple of hours in the evening.

Sunday, however, was where all the action was. The Boy & I endured an hour & a quarter in church which was pretty grim but after that it was time for the party. As we waited outside the church for Reckless et al to come out I spied Monochrome Baby. For the first time in nearly 14 years. I caught her eye & said a cheery hello. She said nothing, she dismissed me with a forced half smile then quickly turned her now sneering face away. Fine, be like that!

Her reaction towards me had made it so much easier for me to mock her. The years have not been kind to Monochrome Baby. She looks at least 45 to 50 instead of the 36 that she is. She really does look old, encouragingly so. Myself, Reckless & Funny Dance all felt pretty good about how we look for our age after seeing her.
She did, all those years ago, used to be such a pretty thing too. Now she looks gaunt & haggard. The only thing that reminded me of the girl I once loved was the 1988 hairstyle that she still sports. According to my sources she has never had any other style during all those years.
I've noticed over the years that some people grow into their looks, I count myself among these actually. Not that I reckon myself to be a hottie or anything, just that I feel comfortable with the way I look & realize that I'm not actually hideous as I'd always led myself to believe.
Poor old Monochrome Baby has gone the other way, laughing? Moi?
Au naturellement!
One last thing about her before I move on, she may well have the most appropriate blog name I ever did come up with! (Even if I did steal it from the title of a song I wrote about her many moons ago)

Being that I had no major plans for the rest of the day I decided I'd have a few beers & get a bit merry. When we could take the party no more, Reckless, Dream Girl & I retreated back to mine with all our respective kids. There Dream Girl & I set about the bottle of apple schnapps that the rather smashing waiter in Lyon's finest Indian restaurant had given to me on Thursday. Poor old Reckless was driving so no booze for him.
As the day drew on Dream Girl & I were getting pretty smashed. Lucky for me that Temper Tantrum had relieved me of The Boy by then. Soon Nice joined us, her & I were going to the pub to watch the footy & the guys were going back to Northampton.
Dream Girl had other ideas though, she thought we should all get smashed & they should stay the night. Reckless took some persuading but eventually came round to the idea. He & Nice went out to score some gear & buy more booze, while Dream Girl & I drank even more.
By the time Reckless & Nice had returned Dream Girl was at passing out point. This gave me lots of opportunities to smack her about with a pillow & to pour water all over her! Hurrah, the fun never stops round Flash's place. To her credit, Dream Girl did pull herself back round & we continued to drink, smoke, chatter & laugh for the rest of the night.

I think we all had some degree of regret at 5 this morning when we all had to get up. Nice had to be at work for 6, I had a plane to catch & the guys had to get back to Northampton for all their morning stuff.

Something else happened over the weekend, but sadly it has been classified in true X files style as "Tell no one".