If there was one underlying thread this week, I guess it would be tiredness. I don’t think it’s a lack of sleep per say, moreover, the lack of the right type of sleep. I never said I wasn’t a fussy so-and-so. 🙂 While my cat powers allow me to sleep pretty much anytime and anywhere, I guess a full night’s sleep without the audio terrorism by snoring’s causing would be helpful. 🙂 Maybe I should be going to bed earlier, but there is only so much time in the evening and I guess I’m guilty of burning the proverbial candle late into the midnight oil…. or something like that 😉
So, Chams this week and a party night at that. I have been looking at getting the group a small stereo, but the prices were a little steep for what we wanted. In the end, I borrowed some PC speakers and they seemed to do the job nicely. It’ll save Sandi from having to lug her rather nice home stereo system to and from the venue. Borrowed speakers, so no cost to the group and small enough to be stashed away at the end of the night. Not that I was really up for dancing the night away. That was nothing to do with being a bit bunged up with cold, but more from the plate full of tasty Chinese food I had.
Image-wise I’d gone for the pink summer dress I got last year (maybe the year before?) and a black cardy to keep the chills out. Not that should have really, it was rather warm given a February. Normally it would be a case of black opaques, but I thought I’d risk layering up and going sheer as way of a change. Being a party, I’d risked the false eyelashes, but I think they’d seen better days. The wig was a bit of a talking point, but not in a bad way. I think with anyone changing their image such, people notice – especially women and trans folk – and polite comment was passed. Gayna suggested it was a touch Mary Portas (LOL) – oh to have her wardrobe budget. 🙂
The turnout was good and we had a number of new folk pop along: three in all I reckon. Some from just down the road and others much further afield. While making a coffee, Rebecca was saying how she heard how different things were in the 50s/60s. Apparently there was a shop somewhere in Hyson Green (an inner city district of Nottingham) that was trans-friendly. By word of mouth / letters (yes, pre-Internet wiz kids!), there would be a monthly meeting where trans folk would travel from miles around to get there. I guess – and given that being gay was a criminal offence back then in the UK – I bet everything was very hush-hush. How things have changed, trans folk can walk down the high street (well, pretty much), there’s Sparkle, nightclubs and Joe Public – give or take the odd twit – isn’t bothered. Hell, we’re almost acceptable…. almost 😉
Not sure if this’ll make a regular appearance, but the iGoogle app on Spanish decided to share the following with me. Useful for trips aboard shopping perchance? 🙂 That reminds me, I lent Maddie a belt to go with her fabby dress… and the minx has run off with it! Friends eh? 😉
[ Today’s Lyric: Shampain* by Marina & The Diamonds…. and yes, I’m aware of the mispelling 😉 Oh and do Google for the video if you want. It’s rather good IMO ]