a night with the girls

I did not mean for that last post about the big break to be the last post for two weeks, but I temporarily forgot my password and couldn’t log in. Heh. :)

I defied my cold (and probably common sense) and went out to dinner with friends last night. I managed to be late because I stopped to do my makeup and missed the train, so I was pretty annoyed with myself. OTOH, it did provide the pretty amusing moments where, as I approached the table, one of the two women facing me looked straight at me and didn’t recognize me due to my haircut, and the other one noticed my fabulous lipstick but didn’t recognize the face it was stuck to because I so rarely wear makeup. :)

me, expressing irritation that my makeup made me late

The third of our party who had arrived on time knew it was me because she had her back to me and all the confusion had been sorted out by the time she turned to face me. :) But she got as much of a laugh from watching their faces as I did, so that was fun. :) (I had dinner with another friend last week who was standing outside the restaurant, looking down the street right at me, and apparently thinking, “Oh, Catie got her hair cut, I wonder if I’ll recognize her when I see her!” Spoiler: she did not. :))

We had a lovely evening, and I was extremely glad I went. At the end of the evening we asked the waiter to take a picture of us, which he did, and then he started zipping around like a fashion photographer, more or less yelling, “Work it, ladies, work it,” and we burst out laughing and that, although it’s blurry, was my favourite picture of the evening:

However, due to it being a bank holiday, there were no convienently timed trains to come home on, so it was at about 12:25am that I called the cab company to collect me from the train station.

“*Cate*?!,” said the dispatcher, who knows my voice, incredulously. “Is that you out this late?!”

Me: it is

Them: my god, we’ll be there to get you in a minute

Shortly thereafter the cabbie picked me up and said, “It’s past your bedtime,” which I wearily but amusedly agreed with. :)

(And then at 1am I took the Irish equivalent of Nyquil, except theirs actually works, and got to sleep at 2am, which meant I was basically ruined for the day because that stuff tends to obliterate me for about 14 hours. I woke up several times this morning going “i could probably get up except i literally can’t move” *SNXXXT* and eventually choked on snot at 11:24am and that alarmed me enough to lurch into something resembling wakefulness, but it’s now nearly 6pm and it’s only in the past hour or so that I’ve started to feel awake. And that’s *with* having resorted to a caffinated beverage, without which I’d probably be passed out on the couch. O.O)

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