A single word

I like that my word came out as Fearless. Definitely fearless in many things, especially things which do not involve me being submerged under water in close proximity to fish.

Your Word is “Fearless”
You see life as your one chance to experience everything, and you just go for it! You believe the biggest risk is being afraid and missing out on something amazing. Sometimes your fearlessness means you’re daring. You enjoy risky activities. And sometimes your fearlessness means you’re courageous. You’re brave enough to do the right thing, even when it’s scary.

The weekend was another whirlwind -Friday was a much anticipated afternoon hanging out sipping bubbly.  Barb popped by to say hi and share a glass and aplate of oysters. Totally perfect way to laze away the better part of the day.

We had houseguests this weekend so picked up HG1 Friday evening. The great thing about having HGs is that we get to do fun things we don’t normally do – like have takeaway as a given!  Yay! We tried to go to Nonya but to my horror and disappointment it was closed – but thankfully only for refurb. Open again this spring. Instead we got takeaway from saran rom.

Saturday HG2 arrived, but I spent the day at the shop. After the shop I went home to wolf down some pasta with DH, and we headed out with HGs for our evening event – underground bingo.  The event is sort of speakeasy/bingo parlour/lounge show all mixed into one, held in a local community centre.  Arrival is by code – revellers must say if asked that they are there for the local community meeting, and on arrival we were asked to confirm that we hadn’t been followed by anyone! All a bit cheesy but quite fun. We got drinks, some norman cidre that was lovely to drink but horrid to smell – filtered through sulphur (?) and so quite stinky.  We moved quickly on to sambucca.

We bingo’d and drank, and our group had 2 winners – first a false winner, then her partner actually did get bingo. They won an ipod alarm clock (must have been destined!), and A won in the last game.  I was close but not close enough! One of the quirks of winning is that to actually claim the prize, the person who gets bingo has to go up and hug  the MC.  When there are 2 people who get bingo, the first one to hug him gets the prize so there was quite a bit of scrambling and zipping through the seated bingo-ers. One winner actually launched herself from the floor onto the stage at the MC and tackled him around the legs to get the first hug in.

The best part of it though had to be our intermission show – a hula hooping kewpie dolled dressed as elvis.  He wasn’t really a kewpie doll, just a chap who looked very much like a kewpie doll, in an elvis white rhinestone pant suit.  I googled him and discovered that his name is Craig Reid. And here is a clip of his Elvis show:

To be honest, the clip doesn’t do him justice. His facial expressions were so cute – cheeky smiles, very much like a kewpie doll! And the stuff he could do with the hulahoops. Amazing. It makes sense he has a circus acrobatic background!

We got home sometime past midnight but ended up staying up quite late chatting into the night. Sunday was a murky haze partly due to the late night, and, well, mostly to do with the multiple shots of sambucca.  Sunday night was comforting spag bol, then off to bed early! All in all a very enjoyable weekend!

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