Friday, September 22, 2006

Perfect start to the Weekend

Watching the clock, willing it to speed forward to 5.30pm, but beginning to suspect that it has stopped. Eventually, grabbing coat and bag, dashing up the street, head back, smiling and waving acknowledgements to younger colleagues dipping into pub doorways and those nearer retirement struggling with bags laden with the evening's supper. No time to stop and chat or lend a hand.

On the road, the radio presenter plays The Cure, as if you'd forget what night it is. Home, doorkeys thrown on the sofa, shoes kicked off at the bottom of the stairs, not even pausing to check the mail, it's straight under the shower, singing loudly.

Half an hour later, pulling on that new skirt, the one with the cheeky hem which flicks out when you twirl. Is it wise to wear black hold-ups? There'll be a lot of dancing, energetic dancing, they are bound to show. What the Heck! wear them anyway and bend down to fasten the ankle straps around the high-heeled shoes, the black patent ones, the ones you couldn't really justify buying but just couldn't resist.

A sassy young woman smiles back in the mirror, slicking on a deep red lipstick, patting the soft curls falling about her shoulders and unconsciously hoisting up her corset for the first time of the night, she'll be doing the same thing many times before the night is over or she's too carried away by the music to care. A quick spritz with the Chanel, behind the ears, on both wrists and once down the cleavage for good luck and she's flying out the door to the waiting taxi. It will be almost daylight before she returns, still spinning on her heels, laughing, maybe even hiccuping, not alone, the night is still young.

Anyway, that's how I'd like to be starting my weekend. Now, excuse me, I really must go feed the cat, try and find a matching pair of woolly socks but I won't get overly-stressed if one's pink and the other orange, I'll probably end up pulling a pair off Jack's rugby pile. I'm already in my pj's, about the only thing I am likely to dash upstairs for the minute I get home, and the only social invitation on the weekend's horizon is to attend a memorial service at the Ukrainian Church on Sunday. Somebody Please Sedate Me.

24 Comments:

Blogger Carmenzta said...

Cherry,

"Hold-ups?" Is that what you call a bra in the Britanneous Isles? By all means wear them!!!

I would like to be going to Happy Hour but I'm tired so I'm going home to:

1) Put on a nice comfy pair of leggings and take off my, ummm, hold-ups.

2) Watch Jeopardy. I'm training to one day win some money on trivia which is all I know.

3) Relax and eat and drink whatever I want.

C'mon, Cherry, is it that bad? Enjoy your weekend!

9:53 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i'd suggest alcohol

9:58 pm  
Blogger Stegbeetle said...

I know what you mean by "hold-ups".

*sigh*

Ok, anyway, a song springs to mind. Do you remember "All Revved Up With No Place To Go"?

What exciting lives we lead! The highlight of my weekend is likely to be finding inventive ways to be away from the TV when Wife and Elder Daughter are watching The X Factor.

When you're young nobody really prepares you for this kind of social whirl, do they?

I recommend wine. Or ice-cream. Actually both.

10:02 pm  
Blogger Cherrypie said...

Carmy - no Happy Hour? I am truly shocked and saddened. If there were just 3 things in this life I could depend upon, it would be death, taxes and you and your sister dancing the Friday night away with a few mojitos.

Hold-ups are self-sticking stockings. What do you call them? We do have 'push-up' bras but I'd need a police escort every time I left the house if I wore worn of those these days.

Pete - It did occur to me and no doubt, that is to what I shall resort, as usual. I just really fancied dancing tonight.

Steg - you've summed it up perfectly. Unfortunately, I can't find it so I've opted for The Ramones, which just makes me want to dance all the more. Bugger. I've looped it. Oh, who cares nobody stays around for more than a couple of minutes, anyhow.

10:12 pm  
Blogger delcatto said...

Spanish lager, Rebus (not as good as the books), separating jealous dog and cats vying for my attention....
Cherry, you are not alone in leading a frenetic lifestyle this weekend at the centre of a social whirl. Put the music on and dance anyway.

10:49 pm  
Blogger ziggi said...

sounds bloody knackering to me - I'm bopping (my shoulders) to your backtrack and that's quite enough - however I shall never wear hold-ups again without thinking of C and a push-up bra!! :)
Sleep tight x

10:55 pm  
Anonymous Sharon J said...

All that clubbing malarkey is hugely overrated. I could, of course, be out strutting my stuff right now but choose to be relaxing on the bed with the telly on in the background and the laptop balanced on my lap. Far more satisfying :-)

11:59 pm  
Blogger Frontier Editor said...

I've just gotten home after a fun-filled day at the newspaper group wondering why it takes two hours to send seven pages by broadband to a multi-million dollar clusterf***.

But I've been given renewed meaning to my life: Raincoaster accused me of looking like a member of A Flock of Seagulls. Guess what turn Dance Party's taking tonight? buwahahahahahahahaha . . . . .

12:20 am  
Blogger andrea said...

God, I hate hold-ups. You might as well just kill me quickly rather than slowly strangling me by the thighs.

I'll join you with the woolly socks. And if you're lucky we can pop in on that hunky ER doctor I met the other night.

1:35 am  
Blogger Within Without said...

OK, HE and I are on our way over right now with some bubbly and a whole bunch a music.

Get outta those PJs and back into that dress and the hold-ups and push-up, we're dancin' up a storm!!

2:28 am  
Blogger Mise said...

You've got several choices this weekend, including alcohol and chinese takeaways. I had work this morning at 6:30 and it's Ramadan. Guess where I'd prefer to be?...lol...

Ramadan Kareem to all my Muslim friends and to your Muslim readers, Cherry. :-D

7:47 am  
Anonymous Seany said...

I almost feel guilty now for going out last night. Still at least you'll be feeling a whole lot better than I do this morning!

8:48 am  
Anonymous cream said...

Can you wash glasses, Cherrybabe?

9:34 am  
Blogger Cherrypie said...

Mise - it's Rosh Hashanah too. Let's hope this synchronicity of calendars can bring some harmony to bear.

Seany - don't feel guilty. Just invite me next time.


Cream - yes - I'm a silver-service waitress too, and always available for the going rate ( plus tips). I love waitressing to the point that I would actually think nothing of driving 2 hours North of a weekend, particularly given the slim chance of bumping into clients. Give me a shout if you are ever short-staffed and save me a plate of tagine.

10:50 am  
Anonymous Pie said...

Awww Cherrypie, I'll take you dancin' if you like. As long as you don't mind the embarrassment of my killer 70's disco moves and absurdley loud shirts.

12:03 pm  
Blogger Melora said...

My gosh, your music brings back memories! Not that I ever was a glamorous young club hopper, but even going out for a beer, sans kids, has a romantic allure now. I spent my Friday night at a kitchen gadgets party and felt recklessly liberated because it was the first time in Years I've left my kids for the evening -- how is that for pathetic?

3:46 pm  
Blogger Joyce said...

Ahhh, I know that was supposed to make me feel sorry that you're not out dancing, but it just sounds so darn cozy and relaxing....

5:07 pm  
Blogger kj said...

cp, if i may comment on your writing talent on this post, before i comment on your social life, here it is:

this is one COOL piece of writing. i loved loved reading it. the ending caught me by surprise, made me smile, and made me like the writer even more.

there.

now, about the party part. it might be true that prefer the couch sometimes. you know you COULD do this still if you wanted to, girl.

please, within without, i know you can uncover and screen a mate for this unique woman......if/when it's time.....

5:07 pm  
Blogger Kate said...

I as feeling quite envious there for a moment, then I discovered your weekend is about as exciting as mine. You know, my MIL is 70 and she has a more interesting social life than I do. Still, I suppose we should both look on the bright side we do at least avoid the hassle of deciding what to wear, and all those horrible drunken men who think their ancient chat up lines are highly amusing and original. Well, that's what I tell myself anyway . . .

5:27 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

let me get this in my head Seany is single CP is single they live close by......

6:41 pm  
Blogger Cherrypie said...

Pie - I used to go to Tango lessons in the atrium at Leeds Uni. The men were usually foreign, strangely dressed and faintly mouldy-smelling Mr Bean lookandsoundalikes. I loved it. Your absurd shirts are nothing.

Woohoo, Melora. This move has certainly agreed with you. Were you tempted to call home every 5 mins to make sure everything was ok and went home a good hour earlier than you needed to, just in case?

Joyce - it is usually very cosy but the novelty wears off after the 300+ consecutive night.

KJ - you just made my day. Thank you x

Kate - you are right, of course. Just last night I really fancied painting the town red. You can bet your bottom dollar that when the next opportunity presents itself, I'd rather be curled up under my blanket with a book.

9:48 pm  
Blogger Cherrypie said...

Awww, Pete. Now look what you've gone and done. I've mucked about with my template and broken it. I'd normally ask Seany to help but now I daren't in case he thinks it's a come on. It wouldn't be, of course, nor would I consider any chivalrous offers of assistance to fix my sidebar from any kindly individuals as such.

9:52 pm  
Blogger Within Without said...

Cherry:

We knocked on your door, but there was no answer. You must have been in dreamland already.

So we stalked down the street, found a pub and downed several hundred pints...

KJ:

Forgive my terminal Canadian male density. Huh?

12:41 am  
Blogger homo escapeons said...

Get thee to a Funnery.

6:16 am  

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