I really felt old yesterday, and yes I know you’re probably saying Shelly we’ve been saying this for years, sure you’re 36 on sunday. A spring chicken you ain’t and so on. I get the picture. So yesterday I managed to persaude another to accompany me to Riverdance. 4th time And its still fabulous. Its also great when you go with someone who has no idea what to expect. She was blown away obviously and swooning a lot at the main dancer, mr clicky heels as I like to call him. For me there has never been anyone but Jean ‘Where do her legs begin and end” Butler. Lordy bless but what a calini alainn We went, we cheered and clapped. Impressive as always. I sauntered across down playing slalom between the drunken people out and about of a Thursday night. We don’t usually go out in town on the mad nights and if we do we’re not usually as sober as I was walking home. The place was heaving. I didn’t know what the expect by the time I got to Pantibar for the mates bday drinkies. The place was hopping, bodies everywhere and just as I arrived in the show started. This is where I sound like an ould wan but it was very loud. Seriously. My ears were bleeding! So I shouted at the mate for a bit, wished her a good bday night, bought her a beverage and moseyed. I couldn’t wait to get home to the wife in bed. That’s how old I am. Its a Thursday night, the night for going out and its Panti’s
show AND all my favourite really cute barmen were working there and what was I doing? Bayting the arse off myself to get home. I am an ould wan.

The sister flies in tonight for my bday weekend. I can’t wait, it should be good fun. Tomorrow we are heading to the lovely Luigi’s for a meal and then onto meet mates for a beverage or
2. The kid is going to make a rare appearence. I wonder how long she’ll stay out for though. She’s notorious for making the big effort to come into town and this disappear with a headache
or some flesh eating virus. Depending on the day of the week.

She nearly has all her portfolio course stuff sorted thank god. The bank account is opened, her bank card arrived during the week. I got a bit emotional. Could have been the PMT but still
its her first bank a/c I’m entitled to get a little weepy. God help me if and when she graduates.

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