Holy crap, do I feel rough! B came home last night and brought some company: two bottles of wine, and a few hours later he went and bought a fifth member of our little Thursday crew. Three bottles of wine of which I had at least half – I drink like a sailor on leave – and this morning I feel every bit as bad as I deserve. Seriously, I’m heading back to bed. B’s working from home and he’s resembling Edward Cullen in the sunlight, all glittery. I was wrapping his youngest son’s birthday gifts and the paper I used was ever so fancy and glittery – ended up with glitter all over my hands and my hands ended up all over B. The usual, really, just with a bit of added sparkle.
The best thing about B working from home is morning sex (check) and afternoon sex (still to come – literally). It’s impressive, really. B doesn’t look like he’s anywhere near his age – 48 – but I’ve seen his passport so I know that’s his actual age. He has the sex drive of a teenage boy though, which needless to say is freaking brilliant. Aren’t us chicks meant to peak in our late thirties? Or did I just make that up? I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere. We’re very well matched, that’s for sure.
Eesh, this hangover is FIERCE. Feels like I’m wearing a hat made of concrete. Definitely heading back to bed, this ain’t good. I knew it was a bad idea, but I also knew as I poured glass #1 that it was a good wine and leaving it in the fridge would have been neglectful. Right? I don’t remember what my reasoning was when I poured glass #5. SO not good.
What IS good is that Monkey comes back today! If I weren’t so hungover I’d be up for celebrating. Instead I predict a very quiet evening curled up on the sofa watching a film. Which one though? It’s been forever since there were films I really wanted to see. I wonder why that is and I wonder if it’s me or the film industry that changed. In the past couple of years it was only really Gone Girl I was waiting for (and we all know how that date night turned out, ahem) and I was quite keen to see A Long Way Down (I’m a big Nick Hornby fan), but aside from that there’s been nothing I’ve looked forward to either seeing at the cinema or getting on DVD.
My favourite films:
What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
Green Fried Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
Remember the Titans
Anything by Tarantino
First Wives Club
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
Actually – way too many to list. I love the classic chick flicks too: Dirty Dancing, Grease, Bridget Jones (to be fair – I’d be excited if they made a film out of the third book, I think I read something about that), Pretty Woman, and so on and so on. Oh, and the 80s style slasher movies, I quite like a bit of Freddie Kreuger to spice (or slice?) up dark evenings. I did love the Scream films when they came out. Perhaps a horror movie marathon this evening? Popcorn and lots of other snacks.
There’s this New Zealand film, Once Were Warriors, that I watched with B. It was one of the most harrowing things I’ve ever sat through in my life. There’s this awful scene – actually, there are plenty of awful scenes throughout but this one is particularly bad – that I couldn’t stomach. I spent a good part of the film looking away (I’m quite sensitive to violence of the grittier kind) but this one was so bad and left such an impression I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I got the sequel for B, What Becomes of the Broken Hearted, but we didn’t get into it. It seemed like one of those half arsed attempts to scramble to make another one because of the first one’s success. Like it wasn’t meant to be there in the first place, just something created as a money maker.
This hangover isn’t shifting. I’ve had a vitamin bomb and working my way through a glass of Resorb. Time for coffee – have just brewed the last of the Löfbergs Lila we bought from Scandinavian Kitchen last weekend – and then drag my glittery boyfriend out to the balcony for a ciggie.