An Odd Sunday

Sunday 3rd February was a good day for most parts, although my plan to send NABF into orbit with my rather loud enjoyment of midday carnal activities was ruined when afterwards we heard the downstairs bedroom door open and then close again, alerting us politely to the fact that NABF's flatmate had returned early from her weekend away and had been listening the whole time. Very big DOH to that.

Went to have a late breakfast with NABF and BFF and seeing as we didn't actually arrive in Ponsnobby until 3.15pm it was pretty slim pickings for food as almost no-one keeps their kitchen open past 3 these days- fair enough too!

Ended up at one establishment where fashionable Ponsnobby types chose to sit facing the road and watch life pass by. Unfortunately as fun as it is sitting outside a cafe and watching life travel on past, its totally fucking boring doing this at 4pm on a Sunday on Ponsnobby Rd, especially when the only view is of the cars driving past and the houses opposite. Its not exactly vibrant.

So we go order our breakfast and as BFF and I are dirty smokers we wanted to sit outside. Unfortunately out of two long tables that seated six on either side of the entrance, a snooty looking gay couple were seated smack bang in the middle of one and were NOT looking keen to move so BFF politely asked the two young guys sitting on the same side of the table but a seat apart to move next to each other so we could sit too.
They seemed to be shocked at the request and said they couldn't be bothered moving and why should they. I heard this and went and stood next to the one who was complaining and he decided to turn it into a joke in the face of us embarking on a Tag-Team approach.

BFF said that me and NABF MUST be allowed to sit facing each other as we are still in the honeymoon stage and are required to stare into each others eyes during meals.

Thankfully under duress the guy decides to shift his bum one seat down so I get to sit next to him and opposite NABF. BFF is sitting opposite this guy. As a peace offering he hands me one of the Vanity Fairs he has in a greedy little pile and just to be a smart ass I refuse it and ask for the one with Harrison Ford on the front that I know he wants to read first and we have a little flirt-fight over the magazines.

NABF is not impressed with the male company at the table and huffs and puffs over the Business section of the Herald. He shoots a rather septic sideways look at the two guys and I can see his mind working.....

Meanwhile I am entertaining BFF with a rather funny anecdote about Benicio Del Toro's appearance on Oprah on Friday and our two cool young companions are listening in. NABF decides to drop a bomb and after loudly shaking the Business section into shape to get everyone's attention he announces that another Blue Chip has gone into liquidation. He says this with assertive dominance in his tone and I know he is doing it to show off to the two guys. They start a mild huffing and puffing of their own and start talking about Real Estate and NABF smugly sets his paper down and drinks his juice happily.

As I am mildly hung-over and hate witnessing cock-swinging contests I say loudly with my mouth open (so only NABF can see the contents of my mouth) "Huh? Blue Chip?" because to be honest I don't really know the full ins and outs of what they are having not a very good knowledge of the business world, which makes me look pretty ignorant (but I'm still learning this stuff).
NABF tries to explain but I'm not really interested and he doesn't really want to tell me anyway because he was trying to out-smart those two guys and I pretty much blew it for him by showing him up as having an ignorant-almost-girlfriend... ME!

By this stage I was in need of alcohol so dragged NABF and BFF to GPK for a wine- don't know why we bothered, that place sucks- last time I went there I got food poisoning from the salmon, the service is totally fucking SHITE and as expected, it took 20 minutes for the 3 bar staff and 3 wait staff to co-ordinate themselves into bringing us a drink. Note there were four other customers in the place. Luckily the wine was generously poured so I got to go home tipsy again. YAY!