Hey good people,
I hope you’ve had a good week.
Last night we – the Nottingham Chameleons’ regulars – got together for our Autumn party. There’s a flurry of birthdays in Sept/Oct, so we have one bash to wrap them all together. Congratulations to Sandy, Val B, Tina and – ummm – me. 🙂
We had a fuddle: a word which may not mean something to some of you. Apparently it’s a midlander term, or so I read in the local paper. I guess you’d say it was a buffet where people bring food with them. Not being organised, I bought a box of chocolates. 🙂 Besides, we always have enough (well done to the caterers!) and it was a very tasty late tea.
After dishing out the raffle prizes and having a bit of a chin-wag, we cranked the stereo and had a bit of a dance. I don’t know about the rest of the ladies (girls?) there, but I had a great time. Good company, good food, good music equals good times.
The only question now is: boots or heels for next week’s do up in Matlock? The boots were easier to dance in but I’m not sure the skinny jeans* will be smart enough for the evening meal. Still, be a change for a me to be under-dressed wouldn’t it! 🙂
[ * I’ve heard it said you shouldn’t wear a trend you wore last time. F*** that, since when have we trans folk listened to fashion advice? 🙂 ]
[ Today’s lyric: Abba’s Dancing Queen. ]