mardi 2 juin 2009

DAY, dates and daft old ladies

So, the departure of DAY left a big hole, which I decided to fill in the way I know best - dating!

I'm sure you'll all be pleased to know that Skater Boy made an appearance last night - we went for lovely lebanese food, a couple of cocktails then came back here and banged each others brains out.  He he.  I exaggerate of course - the lebanese food wasn't that great.

Leaving him in bed this morning, I skipped off to work and ploughed my way through a whole backlog of things that I've been putting off, avoiding and generally not doing.

2pm found me strolling down a very sunny Champs Elysées, giddily heading towards the lawyers office for a short meeting.  4pm found me strolling back up the Champs Elysées, where not even the sun nor the giddiness of the locale could lift the black cloud caused by two hours with nuisance lawyers.  And it seemed like the only advice I got was to spend more money with them.  Hateful profession.

Anyway, as quick as my black cloud descended, it lifted.  My téléphone portable rang.  It was le Parisien.  Long time, no hear, I know.  But he's had exams and we decided to cool it while he was studying.

"You want to meet for a drink?  I have two hours before class".  

Now, I hate being anyone's 'beck and call' girl, but hey - for le Parisien, I'm pretty much happy to drop everything and go running.

We sat on a shady terrasse near Art et Métiers and downed a couple of pre-school drinks.  He held my hand and we caught up.  

I walked him the 50 yards to his school gates and we kissed goodbye.  Be still my beating heart - the one who is the least available is the one who really makes me turn to jelly.  Typical, eh?

Anyway, walking home I rang my mother to get news from the other side of the channel.

It seems my Aunt, in a moment of curious-ness, decided she'd like to see what being blind would be like.  So she closed her eyes and headed to her bedroom.

As she woke up at the bottom of her stairs with a broken wrist, she decided that it wasn't much fun.  Apparently she'd thought - eyes closed - that she was stepping into her bedroom when in fact she was stepping on to the staircase.

Let this be a lesson to us all.  Taking risks with your eyes closed can lead to nasty accidents.  

I mean really - a broken wrist!  That'd be the end of a lesser person's sex life...

18 commentaires:

Daryl a dit…

I am not sure whether to laugh or cry at your Aunt's .. um .. fall ... OMG I am so laughing .. bad me .. but I am loving you and your bad self ...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

D, I laughed so much. It's just kind of wrong, but hilarious at the same time....

wontletlifedefineme a dit…

Can you make an extra page for this blog explaining which date is who? I think I've lost track now...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Marjolein, I get so many people asking who's who that I think I'll do just that. Like they do in complex detective novels, so that you don't lose the plot....

tornwordo a dit…

That's pretty lame but hilarious of the aunt. I'm sure she understands rue now.

cb a dit…

I had been meaning to ask how the date with skaterboy went.

Ben a dit…

That's not fair. The most exciting thing that happens in my life these days is getting out of bed. I don't have any aunts, overly-curious or otherwise, and walking down Oxford Street at 5pm is just not the same as the Champs Elysées in summer.

I'm keeping quiet on the brains-banged-out though. Loose women kiss and tell, whereas gentlemen listen whilst pretending they're not.

Valleys Mam a dit…

omg - you are such a tart -two for one. Where do u get the energy. and in this heat.
You must be a an amazing lover or a great companion.
Waits to find out.
Your a bit like your aunt really -closes eyes and steps into possible sticky situations1

The Mutant a dit…

Although the outcome was unfortunate for your aunt, I reckon she might be onto something there. I've pretty much spent my whole life staggering around with my eyes closed - for an added kick try it with your pants around your ankles - its like seven kinds of awesome!

12ontheinside a dit…

Ha ha ha ha. Your poor aunt. Laughed my ass off. Particularly at your line "As she woke up at the bottom of her stairs with a broken wrist, she decided that it wasn't much fun."
I was only thinking this morning if I had to choose, would I rather be blind or deaf. I chose blind. (Imagine never hearing music again! Oh, noes!) If I ever have to make that choice now I will be sure to watch for stairs.

OutsideGarden a dit…

I love reading your posts. You always lift any black clouds I have hovering around. Thanks!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Torny, she's kind of over being blind now...lord help us all.

CB - it went fine, but he's no good at the film quotes... :-(

Ben - you calling me loose? you calling yourself a gentleman? Really?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

VM - I'd like to think I'm both, but I'm guessing I'm neither, I'm just someone who is brave enough to put it out there. Sometimes...

Mutant - I've tried that (in public too...). It is fun. But the amount of fun depends on who/what you bump in to...

12oti - blind or deaf? that'd be a tough call...I think I'd choose deaf.

Outside Garden - lovely to see you here. Glad you enjoy the blog - we aim to please...he he

Brett a dit…

Just read your last few post and they make me long to be in Paris, that last bit about your aunt made me laugh out loud and scared the dog.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Brett - I love that it scared the dog...he he

Pure Poser a dit…

Ooh someones been a busy boy ;)

God I miss France, makes me reminice of my hols there.

I tried being blind once - but I did it in a safe place, your aunt neglected that part of it. Man thats hilarious, your poor aunt though...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Poser, I think trying being blind is something you should never admit to...really. he he.

Ben a dit…

We're *all* lying in the gutter, my dear :)