Weekend goodness.

Damn straight. I had such a good weekend. Did an earlier shift at work on Friday so hopped down to the Tunnels and had a yap with Gavin. Gary, Darren and Liddle provided some banter, played in their usual glory and the like. They were up for some Moshulu but Eggy (EGGY! EGGY!) was working at 0800 BST so no. The quines fae the Broch got IDed so I ended up being adopted by Firstborn (my my, they weren't half impressed with my Firstborn CD collection), the Westhill girls, Dave Mac (who was actually pleasant to me, something in the air that night :-P Him and the cousin (Johnny, you could help me out here; the one that's been married for over 9 years) provided an excellent reason not to talk to the sleazers off aberdeen-music) and Daniel. He informed me I always make him laugh and smile, awww. His school "friend" bought us a drink & I told some guy who said I was a female version of Paul that I'm adopted. No idea what he was on about. Was minced by the end of the evening, didn't even get to sleep 'til near 6am. Grand.
So, Saturday. Post-lunchtime waking up and out to Garlogie for Grace & John's annual BBQ. "There'll be plenty of firemen". Yeah, with their partners and children. Good ein. There was a help yourself alcohol policy. Fine by me. The OT entertained at Fudge's 6th Birthday bash then the troops headed to Exodus. Fuck me, I have NEVER been so hot in my life. I must have looked just fantastic! The melted look is the new black. Birthday boy clearly not going to have much of a memorable 20th. Haha.

I'm actually going to die of hayfever today, btw. Nice to have known you.