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Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Obsession
Saw the Pet Shop Boys on Saturday.
They were brilliant.
We braved punks, drunks, teenagers drinking Pastis from plastic water bottles, rastas and the Walloons for them. And it was worth it.
More photos at The Girlfriend's Flickr
My heart starts missing a beat.
Every time.
Saw the Pet Shop Boys on Saturday.
They were brilliant.
We braved punks, drunks, teenagers drinking Pastis from plastic water bottles, rastas and the Walloons for them. And it was worth it.
More photos at The Girlfriend's Flickr
My heart starts missing a beat.
Every time.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Wedding bells
Getting married, ladies and gentlemen, is fucking hard work.
First our caterer for Saturday dumps us. Us?! Just like that! The wanker! (We found someone else though, after some serious stressing. Ha!)
Then the caterer we'd decided on for Friday seems to have dropped off the face of the earth. Doesn't respond to emails and the number on his website is out of order.
Seriously, it's as if these guys don't want to help two überhot lesbians on their wedding day.
We do have wedding rings after being judged from head to toe by a snooty jeweller's assistant (20-something girl, with her fashionable blue shirt tucked in her skintight white jeans, staring down her nose at us: sandals, shorts/skirt and sleeveless tops) - thankfully her colleague was a lot more down to earth and friendly.
In a big shocker the jeweller told us we were "early" for our rings.
Go us!
Of course then my colleague tells me "of course, rings are usually the last thing people have to look for"...
Still to do: find something to wear (note to self: go shopping with my witness, despite how much she'll make me try on. DragThe Girlfriend The Fiancee along with us, or she'll get married in whatever's not in the laundry that day), get a caterer for the bloody stupid family-thing, try to find out if the rumours about brother-in-laws bankrupcy are true (we're planning to have our reception in his pub, so he'd better still be open), sort out the invitations, beg for certain people's co-operation for the party, sign the contract for the party venue (been lying on my desk for weeks now) and *officially* declare our wedding at city hall.
Oh, and about a million other things.
Still fun though, this getting married business.
Getting married, ladies and gentlemen, is fucking hard work.
First our caterer for Saturday dumps us. Us?! Just like that! The wanker! (We found someone else though, after some serious stressing. Ha!)
Then the caterer we'd decided on for Friday seems to have dropped off the face of the earth. Doesn't respond to emails and the number on his website is out of order.
Seriously, it's as if these guys don't want to help two überhot lesbians on their wedding day.
We do have wedding rings after being judged from head to toe by a snooty jeweller's assistant (20-something girl, with her fashionable blue shirt tucked in her skintight white jeans, staring down her nose at us: sandals, shorts/skirt and sleeveless tops) - thankfully her colleague was a lot more down to earth and friendly.
In a big shocker the jeweller told us we were "early" for our rings.
Go us!
Of course then my colleague tells me "of course, rings are usually the last thing people have to look for"...
Still to do: find something to wear (note to self: go shopping with my witness, despite how much she'll make me try on. Drag
Oh, and about a million other things.
Still fun though, this getting married business.
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Trailer
Just back from the cinema after seeing Ice Age 3 (meh... don't see it if you're not in the company of an 8-year-old). They showed a trailer for "Half-Blood Prince"... It'll be showing less than two weeks from now. To be honest, I'd completely forgotten.
The film will probably be crap, but my god... there were a few shots of Severus Snape and I was jumping up and down in excitement.
Alan Rickman ... that man does things to lesbians. What a talent eh!
There were some gigantic posters hanging in the lobby of the cinema, including the one of Severus above. The Girlfriend stopped me from taking a photo with my brand-new phone (oh yes, I -accidentally- stuck the old one in the washing machine today... it died on me, unsurprisingly, but at least it smells of fabric softener) claiming it would be "embarrassing". Embarrassing? No, embarrassing will be when I stalk the cinema people for a poster of my own!
Just back from the cinema after seeing Ice Age 3 (meh... don't see it if you're not in the company of an 8-year-old). They showed a trailer for "Half-Blood Prince"... It'll be showing less than two weeks from now. To be honest, I'd completely forgotten.
The film will probably be crap, but my god... there were a few shots of Severus Snape and I was jumping up and down in excitement.
Alan Rickman ... that man does things to lesbians. What a talent eh!
There were some gigantic posters hanging in the lobby of the cinema, including the one of Severus above. The Girlfriend stopped me from taking a photo with my brand-new phone (oh yes, I -accidentally- stuck the old one in the washing machine today... it died on me, unsurprisingly, but at least it smells of fabric softener) claiming it would be "embarrassing". Embarrassing? No, embarrassing will be when I stalk the cinema people for a poster of my own!
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