You have my greatest apologies for the lateness of this blog. Life is deliciously manic right now. It’s mad. Yet the word i’m gonna focus on is ‘delicious.‘ Anytime I have, where Wunna Land turns ‘lickety lips, Mmmm yeah,’ we’re still okay right? I’m still okay, right?
(My eyes are sore as hell today, though. I fell asleep on the sofa by the Christmas tree and shocked myself up by a Tiger Beer, with only one eyelash on. Don’t you dare try and tell me i’m not a superstar! Haha.)
I’m currently over the moon. I’m feeling lucky. I’m feeling grateful. But before I *shimmie* my way to all that, good stuff….Thursday night was School Mums night.
A night that I weirdly treasure….
It’s actually taken me ages to write this blog because I couldn’t decide which bits were real, which bits i’ve made up in my head and which bits I actually wanted to tell you about?
I’ve had writers block. No. That’s a lie, i’ve had a muddly head over it all…because I can’t tell you everything, the way I want to to tell you it. 🙂
Oh LORD! Haha.
In the end (which is now,) I just went with… ‘blog it out anyway.’ I’ve got so much going on with First Dates episode airing soon etc…I just need to get back on my Unicorn and frisbee this blog out. Y’know, ‘move the road work signs‘ myself, instead of fucking around, like a noodle. (Do noodles fuck around? Haha)
So here goes….
Thursday night. I had two events that I could’ve gone to, or a film premier if I fancied. I turned them ALL down to go on School Mums night. It was my first choice of action, because I adore the mums and why not hang out with a bunch of people I DO know, instead of walking a red carpet with a bunch of people I don’t really know, right?
Events are work and I get that I have a tv appearance about to air. I understand that, I should be concentrating on the ‘being seen’ part of life, right now.
Yet at 37, i’m not so arsed about the ‘show’ of it all and utterly happy with the fact that I get to keep it simple and just ‘diary’ life out.
Some call it ‘dumb.’ Some call it ‘smart.’ I call it real.
However, I AM GOOD, at ‘the show’ of it all… 😉 I just prioritize differently….now that i’m a grown up.
Anyway, School Mums Night.
( School Mums night doesn’t happen often. Yet, these ladies are all ladies who I respect and if i’m being honest, I really enjoy being around them. It’s the real life engagements that matter to me, always. That’s why I adore the 30 year old version of myself, because the 20 year old ‘Hollywood’ version of me….would’ve chose differently.)
I’m rambling…Let’s get to it…
(Why am I fucking rambling??? POUR ME A COCKTAIL!!)
Thursday night, I’m with the Mums at Ego, in Ackworth. We all have kids who go to a nearby Private school and since our children are doing this journey together, we try to be close. We try to make the effort to stay close and be acquainted, via the fine art of Whatsapp groups, kindness and all sorts.
These ladies are GREAT WOMEN. Successful women. Y’know, the powerful kind and you can see each of their stories when you look into their eyes.
I scanned the table and read each one’s life, in a second….I always do that, but I tend to wiggle it off with banter and bimbo-isms. 😉
Their souls are alive, dominant and strong. They’re busy women, or home makers. Yet there’s a warmth to them, even though they seem like they’re the Queen of their own worlds.
I find it ravishing.
We’re all different from one another. But we’re ALL WONDERFUL. 😉 We each possess our own superpower. I couldn’t have celebrated Thursday night… with a better set of Ladies.
THANKFULLY, it was OVER WINE… 🙂 Haha.
We were actually meant to go to Wakefield, to do tapas at Jose’s. Yet at the last minute we ended up at Ego in Ackworth, simply because it was easier. Some were fine. Others were distracted by traffic, by Christmas tree lighting’s, hard times and Dr. Ranj.
I personally didn’t actually care where we went, (I didn’t want to see Dr.Ranj though. Haha. I’d already seen him gyrating merrily at the Diversity in Media Awards on the dance floor, in a beautiful suit and he was ace. I’ve already ticked that off my bucket list. Just give me a strong cocktail.)
‘Shall we make it Ego?’
(Miss.Murphy is always great because she’ll catch a vibe and solve a problem immediately. She’s sexy. I’ll catch a vibe but do nothing about it. Haha. She’s good at directing. She’s good at Sheep herding. She can cut through the muddle, the mist. She heard dithering and she whopped it’s ‘baby powered’ ass, with ‘ooh laa.’)
Me: ‘Honestly, it could be in Paris and I’d fly there…’
(I’d like a Mums dinner in Paris. I need to tug at their inner adventure… 🙂 Saying that.. Miss.Muprhy & I couldn’t even remember to show up at the right time for school pick up yesterday….Maybe Paris is a bit of a lofty goal…? )
Miss.Murphy: ‘I forgot it was ******* Christmas Bauble Painting. I’m sat in my car waiting..’
Me: ‘ME TOO! I’ve had to go to ******* Ego..’
(You’re allowed to go to the bar, when you do things wrong. Don’t judge me. Plus, I get away with it because I’m the wild one…)
I’m certainly the most annoying School Mum. But I just like a good time. Then I like to dash my ‘good time’ with uncensored banter and with a wine glass in my hand.
I reckon I’m an alcoholic…Not even a functioning one…
Everything got sorted…(Not by me. Lol.) I just went with ‘whatever,’ because at the end of the day..fuck it. I need wine and I don’t like spaces between my wine drinking. 😉
I arrive at Ego first because I had a meeting there previous for a Cosmopolitan feature. Lil’ Miss Childs joined me, but tried to scare me with the old ‘cold hands’ trick.
(My arms do ‘Karate Chops’ if you try and scare me. I don’t know why or how? They just burst into ‘Karate’ mode and I think it’s bevause I’m Asian?)
Lil’ Miss Childs: ‘I tried to scare you…’
Me: ‘You can’t scare me when i’m sat in front of a giant mirror that can SEE YOU, you idiot. I told Miss. Murphy, that i’d punch you if you didn’t get drunk tonight.’
Lil’ Miss.Childs: ‘ Hahah. I’m getting a drink..’
I love Lil’Miss.Childs. She’s fun and puts up with my bullshit.
Everyone starts arriving one by one and getting a drink at the bar. The pleasantries are made. It’s always polite and head noddy at first…Until it kicks in. Then my squinty little eyes saw a new Mum venture to the bar and bring back an entire bottle of red as her first drink…Lol…So, I figured, dinner was either going to go REALLY well, or really badly. 😉
We’re all seated at a really long table at Ego…and our dinner out commences…
I could’ve sat at the table and just drank all night. I’m really not an eater, on a night out. I’m awful for it. But I got the linguine and swirled it into my belly for substance.
Drinks, dinner and all sorts were served over banter…and even though some of us are closer than others, we kinda got to know a little bit more about the person sitting next to us…..via the fine art of polite ‘drilling.’ 😉
I’m a shit, so i’ll just talk, without censor. It is literally ‘The Real Housewives of Yorkshire.’
(I’m still not over the fact that School Mum Lori turned ‘Real Housewives of Marbella’ down. Lol. I love Lori madly…Especially now that I know she can ice skate backwards!! I love anyone who can ice skate because I think it’s so beautifully impossible!!)
Then she said this…
‘I just wanted to smash that bottle of wine over her head.’
Her daughter had the most brilliant ‘Greatest Showman’ themed party, and some really forgetful lady, who owned the party venue forgot to show up, open up and let Lori in to set up. (She apparently showed up sometime later…with a bottle of wine. Haha.)
More drinks were poured. More table banter was exchanged. New Mum ‘Alice’ had arrived. I like Alice because I bumped into her the next day and she was alarmed at how little everyone drank…
Alice: ‘I was planning to get a taxi home and roll in late. But no-one seemed to be drinking, so I just had a gin & tonic?!’
Me: ‘You we’re just sat at the wrong end of the table! 🤣🤣’
(I’m sure I woke up still pissed?)
Anyway, after linguine we get talking about working out…
Lori: ‘You need to do a class..’
Me: ‘I think I need a trainer.’
Miss.Murphy: ‘You need MY trainer. His name is ‘Oral!’
HOLD UP! What!?! As if she has the joy of being stretched out and trained by a burly ‘chunka hunka’ who’s name is pronounced ‘ORAL!’
I want her life! I want ‘ORAL.’ If she doesn’t share him, I’m going to poke her in the eye…She can’t run well with ONE GOOD eye, can she? Then he’ll be ALL MINE!!! (Saying that, she’s raising some kind of sports champion..)
Miss.Murphy: ‘His name’s pronounced *ORAL.* I can walk into work and say *i’ve just had 30 minutes Oral and i’m aching…* They love it!’
Whoever he is! I need him. Does PT-ing work the same here, as it does in LA? 😉🤣 I swear all my guy friends took jobs as personal trainers, when we were young, simply to ‘bone’ as many Beverly Hills Mums, as possible. Now, that I AM a Mum…I’m kinda in!
Then we talked work, PR, Uni, Goldsmiths, Professional Present Wrappers…
Me: ‘Who the fuck can wrap like that!’
Lil’ Miss Childs: ‘I CAN, Chrissie!’
Then we went onto life, partners, money and it came to paying the bill….
USUALLY…we don’t care who’s had what, we’ll just split it, right?
But for some reason, it all got really complicated…and I don’t enjoy complications. I’m lazy like that….I like things to be easy….and…I kinda like things to be socially correct. Lol.
I went with it anyway, because I felt too awkward. Haha.
The night ended merrily…
With text messages like..
‘Your carriage awaits..’
‘I’m on my way…’
Everyone ventured home and I stood outside, to have a farewell banter with Miss.Murphy & Lil’Miss.Childs…
Farewell turned into…
‘Let’s have more drinks…’
’There’s tons of pubs up here…!’
‘No, I’m being sensible..’
‘We’re going for drinks…’
And before you know it, Lil’ Miss.Childs and I were strutting up to the next pub, at around 11pm, talking love…
Miss.Childs: ‘You should be with Pete! I like him. I’ve been with Dylan since I was 15!’
Me: ‘Nooooo… I’m not being with Pete. We just co-parent well! Everyone loves PETE! Haha.’
Just like that, I blinked and found us sat in a cosy village pub, all warm and merry, with giant pink gins as our companions.
We laughed the rest of the night away, loudly, merrily and without a care in the world…WITHOUT censor.
Then i’m sure she tried to convince me that she wanted to be a ‘Wrapper.’ But everytime she said it, she must’ve looked into my mind because she kept pissing herself and saying…
‘I keep saying WRAPPER, but it’s sounding like I mean RAPPER. Lol’
I couldn’t take her seriously after pink gin!
I was literally in stitches because every second she said ‘wrapper’ I imagined her desperately wanting to be a gangsta!
What a great way to end the night!
Me: ‘Should we have another…?’
Lil’Miss.Childs: ‘Chrissie! They’re shut now!!’