Come on brain, wakey wakey, it’s time for another blog post. Ah, perhaps leaving this week’s post until so late in the day – and after a late night – was not such a good idea. Okay. Note to self: prepare before hitting the keyboard.
Yes, I was out late last night. It was time for Chameleons, so it was off to the Centre to meet up with the great, the good and the gorgeous (luckily, most of my friends are all three). It was my first trans night out of the year and given that I’d missed the post Xmas do, it was good to catch up with folk. We chatted about how Christmas went, fun with in-laws (outlaws?) and then ooh’d and ahh’d at the snaps of Val’s new grandchild (not that Val looks old enough). I had taken two outfits and I’d planned to pack my heeled boots, however, for some reason, I forgot; so it was biker chic boots. Still, easier on the feet and nice to wear something different for a change.
How many years now?
Sandi reminded me that it had been a number of years since my first visit (27th January 2006). How time has gone by. I won’t say it has flown, but there have certainly been plenty of changes over the years. Some good (self acceptance, meeting new people, making friends, seeing the Black Dog depart, Mrs J’s love & support, you guys for the help and comments on the blog) and some bad (mainly Black Dog – now gone a good six months! YAY!!).
Talking of the six months of freedom, Sandi pointed out that I’m more myself. It is, as I think I’ve said before, a bit like waking up. There are ups and downs, sure, but they are the minor speed-bumps in life. Certainly an order of magnitude difference from the perilous valleys from before. Okay, I think I’ve tortured that concept enough. Let’s move on. 🙂
Stand up and deliver?
Oh and talking of torture, I have had a look at open mic nights in Nottingham. There are a few, although there’s nothing on for a few weeks. It is rather nerve racking and I wonder if I’ll actually go through with it. One bit of advice was to make sure you’ve written some of your act before you start. Now, with blogging, I like to fly by the seat of my pants when it comes to writing stuff down. So to do I find it easier to make gags when with people; improvisation I guess. How I’ll combine the two, I’m not sure, but should I have a go, I’ll let you know. Alison suggested I do a gig in Lynn mode, but I’m really not sure about that.
Wind it up
Anyhoo, the Unusual Suspects were present and we wandered off to the pub around tennish (Ed: tennish. The time when Sean Connery plays at Wimbledon 😛 #DadJoke ). Wow, it was cold out. It seems the warm January we’d been enjoying had packed its bags and we were very much back in Winter. To be honest, I was a little warm for me. I kinda like my winters chilly: warm fire, snugly coat and a thick duvet. Okay, the moan at work for me doing that, but I have standards you know! 🙂
We had a few turns at Karaoke: Maddy and I with Linkin Park’s In The End and me with Tinie Tempah’s Pass Out. It was all very raptastic for some reason! Time ran away with us and soon it was time for a quick hug and then Sophie and I were off out into the cold night. All in all, a very good evening out. I feel quite refreshed!