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‘ooh yeah Daddio.’ I haven’t blogged in a jolly few days because i’ve been frolocking in places that needed a little bit of a Wunna smear. I’ve been loving life, living life, winking, wiggling and mainly being drunk. Yay! I do love a long holiday weekend, and therefore the events of the four day weekend, kind of got the better of Me, giving me only a cupped hand of time to blog in. I noted the ‘cupped hand’ and then i poured vodka in it and drank out of it, instead of blogging. I apologise. But I am the Kitty cat of Party. The Queen of ‘you know it’ Greatness. The legend that is…. The Ultimate Glamour puss and Lady of Leisure of live it ‘yeah bitch’ life. Therefore, you can’t really punish my rather charming arse too much. (Unless, you’re using whips and rainbow candy canes.) I’ve really enjoyed the last few days of ‘joy joy,’ much. It’s been hilarious. I mean it’s taken me a long time to blog, simply because i needed to search for my memories, in peeky holes i never knew i wandered to. I think better when i’m drunk. I’m currently sober, so i guess i’ll just skim the facts for you. (Once a moments passed, it’s never as delicious. That’s why you have to keep love and life a going….keep it juicy and not only for Lucy. I have no idea what that means? And i don’t care 😉 )
Wednesday: All i remember is going for what was meant to be a quiet romantic drinky with my (we all love him) ‘handsome handsome’ boy of love. I enjoy putting boys into categories. ( ‘You’re for sex, you’re for love, you’re for arm candy, you’re for drink buying…’) But anyway, as we know, i’m totally enjoying and completely loving ‘Loverboy’ right now and yeah we went for a local drink at The Harvester in Pontefract. Two bottles of red wine later, we were sprawled out laughing and making out on the pub bay windowed sofa. He was nervous at the beginning of the night, but then by the end of it was telling me i was getting ‘hotter by the minute.‘ What he didn’t realize was that between each minute of looking at me, he was dowing red wine. 🙂 I love getting boys drunk until their eyes no longer work efficiently. I mean, yeah i’m delicious. But God knows what he was seeing? It was like i was Queen of the Ultimate World. We’re a romantic fun ‘pair up.’ Not a moment of stupidity flies by without us tampering with it. Then it’s winked at, and sealed with a kiss. I had an amazing night. We ended up in a car outside my house, (insert ‘Hanky panky,‘ here.) I think i was impressive, well his face said so. I kept hitting my head on the steering wheel. *Wink pout* Anytime that happens…you’ve been a good girl. Great night. Fun, frisky, ohh laa, under the stars to red red wine. *Wiggle.*
Thursday: I woke up, with a glint in my eye and a mischief so delicious. Can’t really remember what happened? However, again ‘ Loverboy’ drove me to Leeds in the early afternoon, to pick up his friends that had just flown in from Spain. They’re a young couple (Dan and Lynn) and well they were gutted because one of them had tried to smuggle a gzillion cartons of cigarettes into the country and actually got stopped at the airport on arrival. Haha. Oops! All was fine though. We picked them up, walked around Leeds at approx. 6pm, then ofcourse found ourselves in BRB..a cocktail bar for two for one drinks. I think i had cosmos, by a fireplace as i bantered with the new additions to my circle? Infact, i switched to vodka, simply because my cocktails weren’t strong enough. I had a frilly white skirt on and a lemon top. I must have looked like a moron. I do love it! ‘ Loverboy’ dabbled with White Russians (the drinks, not the people) and pints of Carling. It was the first time we had ever hung out with another couple before and i’m not used to really doing things like that. But i loved it. They are ace. We were amazing. There were cocktails. We drove home, dropped them off…(they were tired) and we (ofcourse) carried on and went to a local pub where we had 80z rump steaks in garlic butter, with more wine…and kisses. I think it was The Darrington. (We’re kinda liking the little pubs right now, because we’re both talkers and smoochers and we can find a quiet corner and turn any space we’re in, into our little world of ‘magic.’) We had Gypos behind us. Dinner was yummy. He’s a picky eater. Got home at about 6am.
Friday: I dedicated to…god i can’t think? Did i go shopping? Oh yeah, i had 3 hours sleep…woke up all grumpy, got grabbed by my family members at taking to Meadowhall for a wee bit of lunch and much needed shopping. I loved family time. We ate at ‘Yo sushi’..which always comes to some ridiculous amount, due to my Brothers ginormous ‘he’s obviously not paying’ appetite. If you don’t know, it’s one of those open, trendy, sushi joints where your food saunters around on tiny, yet multi coloured plates, on a converyer belt. You pick what you want to eat and snatch it off the belt. You pay about £2 per plate or something. Our bill came to £120!!!!! WTF! Greedy much! Watching the plates ooze around and pass me on a long slow belt, keep oddly reminding me of my previous relationships. It mirrored my tragically delicious love life. I’ve always been lucky with men…but when raw fish in rainbow plates reminds you of your conquests..you need therapy, or better taste. I then had to shop for an outfit. I was on a night out that evening. I got trapped in an Ann summers fitting room, dressed as a fucking pvc and leather corsetted BONDAGE bunny. Haha. I couldn’t get out for the life of me and had ears on my head, whilst yanking at the door and screaming. I am so not bondage. But whatever, i bought the leather corset and the booty shorts…and yes because i couldn’t actually get out of them. 🙂 Tight bastards. I left the bunny ears. I mean please, i’m a floozey, i have plenty.
I finally got home and that night, i got picked up by my ‘handsome,’ who had worked all day, (Aahh bless, lol) and we went to go pick up the ‘flown in from Spain couple’, but when we were on our way, like 2 minutes away from their house, they didn’t want to go out anymore. Haha. We’re good like that. No-one wants to hang out with us! Hah. We didn’t mind, we just drove into Leeds…which was dead. We went to a trendy wine bar…can’t remember what it was called?? I was in booty shorts and that leather corset. ‘Loverboy’ was all shy. Whenever i’m all dressed up, he gets shy and all weak at the knees. I like that. I kept asking him how he felt and he just kept telling me ‘in love.’ He’s never felt like this before. Neither have I. After the wine bar, we tottered over cobbled stones streets and to another cocktail that served us creamy martini’s, with a tiny shot glass of mini eggs. I kept complaing that they hurt my teeth. Then we switched to the window booth, and cuddled up, now with wine. I think, i must have whispered raunchy things? (I blame the corset) because as the bar was closing, we found ourselves bein gkicked out and trying to find any hotel that would have us…and immediately. Frisky much!
One of the things that i love about ‘Loverboy’ who’s name is Pete by the way, (Oooooh. A little bit of info for you there,) is the fact that he knows how to make me happy. If i want something to happen, he’ll try his best to make it occur…and fast. We wanted a hotel room…he found us one at approx 2am. We wanted a bottle of wine. Nowhere was serving booze anymore…But yeah Pete, managed to find a bloke in a Pizza shop, who makes odd home made wine…(random) and come out with a bottle of it. It had no lid, and had foil wrapped around the top of it. I had to shove it under my coat in the hotel elevator, so security wouldn’t see. We got to our room..we relaxed, I slipped off my coat, and well we had a little ‘fun time’ with the old leather corset and shorts of booty. HOT HOT night. He is sooo ridiculously sexy!! I don’t think he could believe his luck. But neither could i really. HOT HOT night! I have an ACE ‘Handsome.’ He’s a dream man. But anybodies Dream man and well i’m a sexy nuisance. Kinky stuff occured, we fell asleep together, woke up together, then more ‘hanky panky’ happened, followed by phone calls. I could’ve stayed in bed with him, all day…But you know you’re in a place of brilliance when your wake up call his a ‘banging’ on the door. lmao.
Saturday: We’re naked, we’re in bed. Glee is on the hotel tv, and he’s pulling my concentration off it and onto what he had for me under the sheets. *Winky wink.* The next twenty minutes is delicious and definitely worth a pregnancy scare. lol. But we had to meet ‘Dan & Lynn’ our friends from Spain, who had had an early night, and we wanting to go shopping. They enjoyed the fact that we had woken up in a random hotel room, hungover. The funny thing was that i had to do my ‘walk of shame’ in the leather corset, high heels, and pvc booty shorts. Luckily i had a coat…It was raining and really sunny at the same time. We had a romantic, walk of ‘hungover much.’ Got to the car, waved at his workmates. (We parked the car there.) They must’ve thought he had pulled some hooker. Then we both drove to our seperate homes, got showered, groomed and changed. Then we headed to Meadowhall (where i had been the day before) to meet Dan and Lynn, for lunch and a gander around the shopping centre.
After a couple hours, and a whole lot of love. It feels good walking around, in someones hand. I’m used to *strutting* vixenly, with a latte in one had and hot pink bag, or a Blackberry in the other. Now i’ve found that i have a hand free, for holding ‘Loverboy.’ It makes me feel all loved and delicious. I can just look at him and he’ll smile, as though everythings going to be okay. He kisses me a lot. I like that. Anyway, when we’d had enough of Meadowhall, we bundled into the car and Dollied back to Pontefract, to ‘Xscape,’ to play pool, drink cocktails and have dinner. Pool was fun. Everyone else played, i groomed in the mirror and pouted and did vodka. We drank. Had a laugh. The boys got mildy competitive. (Dan actually also went to the same school, as us,) then we got hungry and again went to the Darrington for dinner. I drank LOADs and had a curry. We actually met other school friends there too, purely by accident. I like this whole new random ‘chapter of life’ i’m going through. I’m bringing a little bit of ‘ooh laa.’ A little bit of ‘ Hollywood‘ to Yorkshire. I love being a Glamour puss. I’m weird… yes. But i’m magical.
Sunday: Easter! We all decided to go to York, because Lynn always wanted to see it. I mean it’s a beautiful town. But it was an early start for a Party Princess. My ‘Handsome’ came to pick me up at 9am (ouch)…after a drunken night of ‘sexual.’ Neither of us are morning people. Infact, i can’t handle morning people. Yet, in the morning, i’ll always be there, if i have to, want to, or getting paid to. Lol. York was funny, because it goes against everything i would like to do. But i did it and i liked it. Yet i think i more liked it, because i got to be with ‘Loverboy’ aka Pete. We went to the Castle museum. (Haha..i’m laughing because you can just imagine me in it.) I actually liked it alot. It was like a ye olde dolls house, full of facts, history and people dressed in olden days outfits. One told me to knit a pair of bathing trunks for Pete. All i could read on the pattern instructions, was the word ‘gusset.’ It was fun! I did actually like it. And well it must have been shit to be a woman in those days.
Pete, played with guns for a baby sized audience and i Bimbo’ed around, like a moron, asking friends why al the women in the pictures looked ‘worn away and fed up.’ At one point, there were these boxes, that you had to put your hand in and feel up, in order to guess what was in them. (I hate things like this, due to germs. But i did it.) The first one was a scrubbing brush. (I find the ‘scrubber’ in everything.) The second box, i shoved my hand in and i felt up, was actually a bar of soap. I felt it up, like i had better things to do, and stated, to my historical knowledge that it was a ‘Block of wood.’ How imaginative of Me. LMAO. (I’m currently laughing at how tremendous I am.) I had fun. We then went into the dungeons and got trapped in a tiny real life, pitch black, prison cell, from way back. Then spooky ultra violet coloured sentences appeared on the wall telling me, that 9 men were one trapped inside that exact cell, and because it was so cramped, they began to suffocate and DIE! You were on an Easter egg hunt. I was trapped in a cell, over the souls of dead men. Niiiice! We then went to Pizza Hut.
After lunch, we tottered to the Viking Museum, which was okayish. I mean, i’m glad i went, because it humoured me and i can say i’ve done it. But it stank of barns and poo, and stale beer, damp and alsorts. The good thing about it, is that half of the Museum is done on a ride. I LOVE anything that means i want have to walk. Therefore Pete, I , Dan and Lynn, shuffled onto one of the cart things they have, that take you on your ride around History. They were in the back, we were in the front. Lynn, fell into the cart accidentally, hurt herself and then smashed her head into the back of the sat. (HAHAHA.) Dan and Lynn are great because they bicker. I peeked back to see what they were doing and they were sat as far away from each other as possible. (Hahaha!)
The ride began to move. The history began. It suddenly got dark, so ‘Loverboy’ and i did what we do best and that’s MAKE OUT through the whole entire thing, whenever we could, and not pay any attention to anything the Vikings once did. It smelt ‘eww much.’ Then i looked up after a kiss, and watched a ‘pretend’ man in a hut, trying to do a giant poo. What is this place? Fucking stinks too. We did the rest of it all, then enjoyed coffee at a little York cafe, in a bizarrely slanted room. Walked through the ‘shambles,’ missed forms on public transport, then finally got to the car and drove home. I only had one glass of wine all day. UGH! What i leant was that i’m glad i’m not a Viking, coz they’re smelly.
I’ve noticed that ‘Loverboy‘ can actually handle me for long periods of time, without wanting to destroy me for being childish. He finds me amazing…which ofcourse i adore. He loves my random voice. (Yep yep, keeper much.) He enjoys the fact that i dolly around, he thinks it’s hilarious and well now we’re in a highly comfortable affectionate stage of ‘together’ where we can ridicule each other and enjoy every precious moment of our life. We’re a loving, romantic, hilarious couple. Today is our one month Anniversary. Haha…WELL DONE ME! I mean, one month may not sound too long to you, but the fact that i’ve made it this far is almost amazing!!! I want a drinky. (I have a being sucking chicken bones infront of me.)