The first and only time I danced on a table it buckled underneath me. My friends lifted me, in the chair, onto the table because it was the only free space on which to dance. I was 18 and liked to dance. I was also drunk. All other space that night was taken up by girls dancing around their handbags and boys dancing around girls. On a crowded dance floor, I am usually considered a fire hazard. A fire hazard…
As I write this, there are 290 days, 23 hours and 49 minutes to go until Sarge and I stick a hyphen between our last names. Because this is an equal relationship. We have been ‘trying to save money for the wedding’ since we got engaged. Having said that, Sarge recently admitted he’d been carrying around Frodo Bob Ring-Box since before we went to New York, so maybe he’s been saving longer than that. Without taking a screen-shot of the…
Sarge and I sent a few overseas and faraway invitations on Saturday. We went across the street to the post office, with me actually praying that I wouldn’t drop them. We arrived safely at the post office and with each PAR AVION stamp applied; I dug my nails deeper into his shirt. This was not a metaphor for anything. Or a comment on the fact that we are suddenly more engaged now than before. I was just counting. Really hard.…
Today is Gin & Lemonade’s second birthday. My move from Glasgow to Edinburgh is not so recent any more and I no longer have a cat who thinks she’s a dog. I don’t even have a boyfriend, because he’s now my fiance. A few days after I posted my first blog birthday post, I dumped some coffee on Hemingway and he left me. And then he came back. Since then things have gotten weird and more weird. While I’m still…
Wednesday was the start of Edinburgh’s Festival(s) season. Naturally, Sarge and I left town. We loaded my lap up with the box of wedding invitations, balanced my Dad’s birthday present on top of the box and went down-hill to the train station. Narrowly missing the heels of some tourists along the way. Nipping a tourist is 50 points. (Click here for more on what I think of tourist season, and a little more on how I came to be here.)…
