I ate meals at me new table this weekend! How very grown up. I also reverted to eating dinner on the couch however on Sunday because P and I were engrossed in the television. How very sad. I am going to have to start binge watching the rest of Breaking Bad, I've decided because SPOILERS. Usually I don't have much pity for people who whinge about internet spoilers (don't go on the internet if you don't want to know!) but as someone who is at Season 2, Episode 9, I'm feeling very pissy about the number of headlines on magazine style sites ruining the ending for me. We've been very slow Breaking Bad watchers because it's so intense I find I need to space it out. Hence, we're well behind. Bear in mind that I've decided that one of these days I should really watch the West Wing. I'm about 10 years behind the curve on everything.
Well, that was far too many words about television.
Big fandamily weekend with my family this weekend, rather than P's. At least I came home with my phone and my dignity when I was with mi familia...ohhhhhhhh I hadn't told you about that. P's cousin was turning 28 and scorned us for our age and inability to party so I proved her wrong...no I didn't. I went to Kingsland, finished getting completely soused and then fell asleep on my bedroom floor when P played party pooper and poured me into a cab. Some kind stranger found my phone and a friend who called me the next day picked it up for me...that, right there, gives me some serious faith in humanity. The guy reckoned someone had done it for him - phone karma, he thought. I love him. So true though - I've saved someone's blackberry before (scrolled through the contacts and called 'Wifey') so maybe I was due a cosmic good phone turn? I also thought I'd lost my glasses and spent four very squinty, bloodshot days at work last week, but they turned up on Friday.
(Let's not even discuss the Drunk In Charge FB behaviour shall we?)
I embraced my age at my cousin's 21st this weekend, accordingly. Safe at home by 11.30.