Kitty Cafe, Singles & Humming Birds

Image may contain: 1 person, close-up

Woke up at 7 o clock this morning and Googled ‘Humming Birds,’ for no other reason than the fact that I thought they were pretty. Lol. That’s the depth of my 7am mind. I had a psychic read for me last night, then did my Breethe meditation app, so I could sleep peacefully, without random, yet jolly nightmares…

After my morning ‘Humming bird’ Google search, I then Googled Love Islanders, to see how much ‘dollar’ they were all making since leaving the villa. They’re smashing aren’t they! It makes me happy to see all folk doing well…and at the same time JEALOUS. Yet, everyone gets their time, so hopefully I’ll get mine soon. Lol (Or, I’ll just shrivel away happily and drink rum in an old people’s home..with a cat that I’ll probably name ‘Gucci.’)

I got a question the other day on my Insta, saying…

‘If you fancy a guy and blog about it, surely he would know who it is?’

Well, yeah. Obviously. I’m not shy. If I fancy someone, I don’t fear that they may know? Lol. I’m 37, not 17. So, if they were to read my blog, even though their name would be disguised as an alias, they’d obviously know if it was them, as they would’ve shared that moment, memory or story with me, at some point.

Everyone who’s an alias on this blog, KNOWS who they are. They will have lived the tale, with me…in Wunna Land. So, in a way, not only will they get to relive the memory…via this blog, yet that particular moment goes down in Cyberland history.

It’s Magical. Like Paul Daniels.

Sophie AF: ‘Your blog’s, like one of those things that will come alive and go down in history, when you die…because you will have documented your whole existence…’

Me: ‘Cheers… I’m ready to shuffle off yet, bitch.’

The ‘Singles Night’ at The Kitty Cafe, Leeds, in now booking up fast. I actually can’t wait, because I haven’t  been to a ‘Singles Night’ in ages. I’m really excited.

(The last time I did a ‘Singles Night’ was in Sheffield, years ago… on a PA, after coming off the Hilton show…I was so drunk and it was in a club…and I remember being stood on some stage, as people cheered and slutty looking dancers held me up, after dancing on podiums in pink fur. It took me an entire day to recover and no..I didn’t find true love. Hahah. Instead I died in bed at Ollie & Becky Hayes’ home…who were (at the time) radio presenters for Hallam FM. Becky was SO good at looking after me…She ran be a bath, brought me fruit and everything.)

Do know that my favourite hangover cures are either BLOODY MARY, or a SLUSH.

But back to Kitty Cafe…

Even if I don’t meet the man of my dreams that night, I can still stroke kittens…which will calm me. (Shit, I really hot guy has just sauntered into the bar at sat on the table opposite me. I’m doing the ‘pretend I haven’t seen him’ face, because my pulling technique is obviously champion.)

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa

Anyway…The Kitty Cafe, sound great because it seems so city trendy, which is exactly my forte…

So, if you haven’t booked in yet, email them pronto (info@kittycafe.co.uk) and save your spot. Bookings have apparently been mental. I can’t wait to meet everyone. Sept 21st.

Promo done!! 😉 

Lucy McLockett: ‘That place is a danger zone for you Wuns. I just read in the paper, that they’re applying for a marriage license there…Don’t be in a place with single men, where the can actually MARRY YOU.’

Me: ‘Fourth time lucky! Always a bride, never a bridesmaid. At least they’ll be kittens, right? Lol’

What else?

Things are really fun and I’m having a great time with the kids. They’re literally my world…and I’m loving every inch of them. Work is a plenty. I’m still influencing many a hotel, restaurant and bar, like my glamourous little life depends on it. (And it does. Haha.)

Book me. Hire Me. Me! Me! Me!

When it comes to love, I’m still single, but concentrating on work. Everything feels so right, at present, that I don’t really need to change it. I still fancy ‘The Swirl,’ but he’s a million miles away, doing his own thing, probably not thinking about me at all. Yet, I want him to have moments where he *pauses* and thinks..

‘What the fuck happened to Wunna? I miss her.’

(If not…Lol…shit happens.)

However, the great thing is, I have a whole lot of time to just conquer a bit of Wunna Land and smash it about. I’m quite a determined little chica. I’m ambitious aren’t I. So, I don’t want to wiggle off this Earth ball one day and not have achieved all that I wanted to.

It means a lot to me…

I’m not a plodder. I’m not someone who doesn’t get juiced off achieving goals, inspiring, smashing dreams and winning! I know how to have a good time and laugh shit off. But I’m there in the moment..I’m alive……I’ve always got my eye on the prize…(even when i’m in my ‘what are those’ leopard print flip flops.) 

Don’t hate!

Take note…

When it comes to men, I don’t like the day in and day out… ‘plodders.‘ I like those that have dreams, or those who have fought hard to live their dream. I find them inspirational and that to me, (along with a whole bunch of other stuff,) is sexy.

Right, I’m done now…This blog has gone on far too long! I’ve rambled.

You can make anything happen. Believe it. Attract it. Make everything you love YOURS!

Chrissie… x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leave a Comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.