Tired, just a little bit.

Friday, November 16, 2007

hello (little tired voice),

Not much to say, amici! My boss/friend of 9 years whom I worked for 1 or 2 days a week (jewellery) is buggering off. This means I'm taking on the studio on my own... Even less people to talk to now... Bears me down to GalleryBoss and eventual customers, and taxi drivers when I do make an effort...
I've just spent the last 2 days painting 2/3 of the studio as that's empty and now I'm a bit shattered. My neck and upper back really hurt so I'm off to bed real soon. Sorry I haven't been filling you in on the Burlesque Night, but to cut a long story short: didn't get in, it sold out. I did look the Burlesque's knees however, even had my make up done professionally at the MAC counter in Debenhams. (Thank you, Sarah) The lovely N. suggested reverting to drinking cocktails in disappointment... which is alright to start with, but inadvertedly ends up with my face down the loo...
So didn't want to bore you with that part of the story. Let's just say, that I'm getting to be a bit of a liability! My social encounters are so far between that I get a bit enthusiastic, having an audience and that. Drinky-poos are being downed a bit too quick and then I find myself in more than 1 pickle. Suffice to say the lovely N. is an absolute perfect gentleman. And thank you, good sir, for getting me home! I sort of lost track whether he had to hold back my hair... but let's not go too deep into a sorry ending of a really good night out.
Yes, my friends! That bad! I'm too old to get that wasted, it's not good. Apart from anything else, it hurts in the morning. Hangovers are best left to the young, me thinks: SUFFER, YOU BASTARDS!... To be honest, I didn't have that bad a hangover. Just felt like a cork shirt. If that makes any sense..
And if it's any good: when you find yourself in the Goldbrick House in Bristol (swanky) do have a Clifton, but only one! Believe me, it's absolutely logarithmically lethal. You have been warned!!!
Apart from that, been to the opera: La Cenerentola (Cinderella) by the Welsh Opera last Saturday which was really, really fantastic (thanks to GalleryBoss). We were in full Princess mode, walking tall in the Marilyn silver sandals. Sunday I'm swanning off to Belgium, quick last visit before the festive season & buying a diamond for a commission in the event. Oh, and the last couple of days I've been really fascinated by "I'm a Celebrity (not), Get me out of here" !!! I just love Janice Dickinson, but who is she? Apart from hilariously fantastically funny...

Off to bed now, as I'm falling into the keyboard. Xx