Last drinks as a local

 

I try to kid myself by saying I don't like going out much but that's a lie, there's nothing I love more than socialising and meeting new people - so long as they're interesting of course.

I think I've mentioned it before but I get weekends off from from parenting duties as Z spends Friday nights with one set of grandparents and Saturday nights with the other just like I did when I was a kid.

On Saturday night I was all set to have a quiet night in. I had 3 shows lined up on Foxtel waiting to be watched. I'd done my cardio and had an amazing Yoga session that day, a healthy dinner, A was at the football and I was juuust about to watch my first show when he came home and informed me he was going out for a drink with some guys. I was invited but ummed and ahhed about it.

Oh stuff it, I thought. I threw on my go-to last minute going out outfit: tight black pants, oversized long layered white singlet top from Bardot, black heels and AG blazer, slapped on some makeup, threw my hair in a bun and headed into the night. After all, it was going to be one of the last nights I could just randomly cross the road and go hang out on Chapel Street.



Countless drinks in and I actually look happy to be in front of a camera! (Meanwhile, what was with the girl drinks? I was at the mercy of A's drink ordering as I didn't bring my own cash ... Vodka, lime, soda ... the drink of the guys who are trying to watch their figures. I like my drinks to be stiff and old school or dry champagne.)

Of course the downside of having such an enjoyable night out even if it was only for a brief 3 hour period is that waking up in the morning, you're not exactly craving kale and coconut water. "Get me something to eat," said A upon waking. I ended up coming back with cheesecake, twisties, pizzas, chocolate, sticky date pudding and copious amounts of ice cream. Ruh roh.

Ah well, it was worth it.

Bye bye Chapel Street. You revolt me, but i'll miss you.