Category Archives: Friends

Back on the Dance Floor

Oh my god, I have been excited about going back to the Rivoli since before New Year, before the flu started, well before I really should have been excited about it. I was like a clapping seal, I was that excited. But boy was I pissed off that the flu nearly put paid to that. But it didn’t. I did however hold back [a bit] … I only did one jive and didn’t mind that I sat out a few dances.

It seems like I haven’t been social dancing in ages … October …! This is not right, this is very very wrong! Dance competitions seemed to fall on Rivoli weekends throughout last year. This year, very few do … Super Excited!

I ache all over after dancing for 4hrs … including my face ~ it was such a joyous night. I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep, I’m in so much pain, not be able to walk in the morning. One thing I am sure of, is that I don’t care … can’t wait until the next social!

March Rivoli

I’m so excited to be back in the Ballroom and more specifically at the Rivoli ballroom social again.  I missed February as my friends were getting married – don’t get me wrong, that was most excellent, but it did leave a big-old-gap between Rivoli visits.  However, that did also mean that I was as excited as a child at Christmas before this visit.

There were a good few of the regulars there thankfully – so I managed to spend nearly all of the 4+hrs dancing ~ sweaty fun!

 

 

 

 

 

All The Chickens ~ Hels’ Birthday

The Brewhouse is becoming a little bit of a regular haunt and this time we returned for Hels’ Birthday. And this time there are 6 of us … two chickens just wasn’t going to be enough … we’d have to have three! Roasted with a beer can somehow inextricably inserted inside the cavity, in three different flavours ~ garlic and herb; barbecue; and spicy … it’d be churlish not to have one of each.

So we did.

We ordered “All the Chickens!” And we descended upon them like a pack of ravenous pirañas, until only the broken carcasses were left.

Delicious. Happy Birthday Hels x

Oysters

I’m not a fussy eater at all, but there is something about oysters that makes me feel quite queasy when I think about eating one … consequently I never have … I mean look at it! Yes the shells are beautiful, as are those black “things” around the edge but as my friend Claudine scrapes one free of the shell and slides it into her mouth, my face kind of just crumples up.