We spent the journey discussing, as detailed in an earlier blog, possible trans jokes. The best we could come up with in the car were variations of the lightbulb joke (How many X does it take to change a lightbulb):
- One, but it has to spend three months in a frilly lampshade first.
- One, but you have to have a note from an electrician first to verify the room is really dark.
- It doesn't matter, because it has a penis, is that what you want to hear? Penis, penis, PENIS! (mad stare)
When we got there my other friends, (one of whose names also starts with an M, so there goes that plan) were flapping about making enough food for about twelve people. My appetite has shrunk considerably in the last couple of years, after deliberately dieting for quite a long time (I lost about five stone, did I mention that? Yes? Sorry, I won't bring it up again, promise. Till next time, anyway).
I should have taken a picture, very remiss of me. But there was sausages, some sort of pasta dish (which was very nice and about the only thing I ate), Tortilla chips (with a selection of dips) Chicken drumsticks, Chilli, and several others I've blocked from my memory. There was even home-made ice-cream for dessert. I don't think between the four of us we ate half of it. We spent the rest of the evening groaning on chairs in their newly redecorated, very nicely in a retro seventies style (as the other M sells vintage clothes for a living), living room.
It was very pleasant evening. I enjoy having friends again. I think a major mistake I made during my marriage was to attach myself so strongly to a single other person, to the exclusion of everyone else. It was a mistake I shall not make again.
No comments:
Post a Comment