Lize and I love a good party, and though I say so myself we aren't too bad at it either. We both get a little over excited and spend a bit too much but it was great to see Lize have a special night with all her mates over. I spent a couple of days honing a playlist on itunes that was a careful mix of old funk and soul, new wave, reggae, some cheesey 80s dance and some more recent floor fillers. Pumped it all through a recently acquired PA system that has 800 watts of fatness and that was the tunes covered. Decked the pergola out with heaps of fairy lights all twinkling like crazy, a couple of braziers to ward off the winter chill and a bbq running all night with lamb, chicken and roast vegetable kebabs. Add fifty up for it mates, shitloads of beer, scotch and tequila and it was good times all round.
Of course it took two days to tidy up afterwards and there was a certain amount of seediness but would do it again next week if I could find a good enough excuse.
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So dare we ask? How old (young) is she now? Interested because was this elaborate all-night pissup merely a routine affair, or was it a special occasion?
35. The girl feels its her first year of officially being old.
Hmmm...from my perspective (55 later this year) 35 ain't old...I honestly didn't start feeling anything other than young until I was 45...at which point I was dragged kicking and screeming into middle age...
My missus has just turned 60 though...and I have to admit I'm pretty appalled at the concept of being married to an OAP!
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