Fifteen Love

Another weekend flies by in a blur, but a very nice blur. It started on Friday night with a very weird night down at the LV lounge for a Latin Party. There seemed to be a bit of tension between two sets of lads. Looked like Latino’s (brazilian, I am guessing) and Polish types. Luckily nothing kicked off but it did look like it was going to. Then we had two blonde tarts dancing like they were in a strip club (ok they left there clothes on but really !!!). Hezuz !! I must be getting old there was a time I would have found that alluring (Like most of the young boys did in the club), but to be honest I found it a bit sad. Turns out one of the girls might have been with one of the groups that were sizing each other up. So maybe that is why. Then another very pissed up girl tried to kiss hermana’s chest. After that we decided it was time to hall ass home.

Saturday was chores day (as my Gran used to say. R.I.P). First it was off to the charity shop with several big bags of clothes we don’t wear anymore. I miss my shell suite!!!. Then I tried to find a softball glove. “What??” I hear you cry. Yes a softball glove. Which was bit like trying to find Gordon Browns Personality? The reason for this was caused by the V crew wanting to arrange a softball practice on Sunday (as the weather was good). Sadly I failed miserably as the only thing I could find in the whole of this town was kids Baseball gloves. Since I was looked for one for Bruno too and I have no clue what I was looking for. I decided not to get anything and wait for him and go in on Sunday morning before the practice. After that we headed to halifords and then for shopping. That Night we got some DVD’s. I thought best if the girls decided as I had been promised IRONMAN on Sunday. They chose well. The Best man, which having never heard off was actually very funny and Monster in law.

Sunday I gave Brunex a quick bell to see how their gig went and what the plan was. Unfortunately due to lack of response from the V crew, softball was cancelled. So we basically vegged on the sofa until about three thirty when we got changed to go and watch a friends daughter play a tennis match (which she won 6-0,6-0). Then it was off to IRONMAN. Which I found very entertaining. The Cinema was very cold though. Was told to wait until the end of the credits because there is an extra bit. Didn’t really rock my world but I am told by DM that in the world of comic books it is huge, the bit at the end that is.

Well that was it, another cracking Sunny, Yes Sunny, weekend in blighty.