turning 29, I think I'm turning 29, I really think so.

Saturday was my 29th birthday.



I spent the afternoon at the salon. Had my eyebrows waxed then a haircut, I had to wait for my haircut so I spent a while drinking Aveda tea and flicking through harper's bazaar in the relaxation room. (In this season: denim and underwear on top! and blue is this season's black) I also did a skin consultation and was reassured that chin spots are hormonal, not much I can do to prevent them but I got a free sample of a spot gel that she says will help fight them quickly.



Then Martin cut my hair AND said I didn't look anywhere near 30 - lovely Martin. I know that complimenting and buttering me up is part of their job but the two different hairdressers I've had there have both left me feeling so good about myself, it's well worth the money. James Dunn House, just off George square. http://www.jdhlifestyle.co.uk/


I had the quickest turn around, home, change clothes put on make-up before people started arriving for birthday celebrations. Zoomed out again with Lorna, Emma and Jamie to Metropolitan bar for pre-dinner cocktails with Jo and Melody who had arrived on an early train from Perth.


The dinner in Sapporo Teppanyaki restaurant. I was a bit worried that the novelty of food being thrown to catch in your mouth, setting fires in front of us and throwing and catching eggs, except the one that smashed - narrowly missing Jo, would have perhaps left the actual taste of the food as an afterthought but mine was delicious and everyone else said they thought theirs was too. Eating out will never be the same again. I expect an imminent invite for potato throwing at my friend's houses.

The boyo was the only person to catch his potato first time, I'm so proud, I never knew he had such talents.

That big mouth had to be good for something.

We then had a big fight with a bitch of a manager at the restaurant because apparently no-one in Glasgow ever pays individually, funny then, that I have definitely done it before; on numerous occasions.

It's not that difficult to add it on a calculator and score paid for items off the bill, but even then we had agreed to split the bill evenly and were all paying the same amount - simples- Bitch-cow claimed we were owe over £100 turns out the cash was in the till (I know! I too was astounded at that plot twist) Anyway another much nicer manager/supervisor actually made an effort to solve the problem and all was well and we went to the ferry where we heard a awful band who took themselves toooooooo seriously (8 o's more seriously than they deserved) but they were swiftly followed by good DJing which had a few of us boogieing though quite a few folks left. Evie was disappointed to discover that it was not a regular night, so if anyone from now now is reading we liked the boat- we loved the DJs can we have some more please sir?

Art and pretention

Ina and his Hag (that's me) went to an exhibition opening in the Tramway yesterday evening.

http://www.tramway.org/


We didn't dig the art too much, One was a woman you made collages that as Ina said children he'd worked with at the royal blind school had made more visually arresting pieces. There was one photo of a building which we both kinda liked and one that from far away we thought was a woman shouting through the wrong end of a megaphone to her partner, We thought that symbolised that she felt that he didn't listen to her. On closer inspection the megaphone was a random triangle randomly behind them - stupid.

Sometimes when you read the blurb, work that you didn't initially think was pretty can turn out to be really interesting, this blurb read like someone desperate to think up something to say about the work that, frankly I'd be embarrassed to put a frame round had I made it myself.


Exhibit two was a film about the guy who invented(?) Delorean cars, Mr Delorean, we watched a tiny bit of it, from the back so we couldn't hear properly and say Northern Irish men with porn taches boring us to tears.

Despite the poor quality of the art work on display the evening was not all at a loss four free glasses of cava, for a start and a montage of bad hair to slag off made for a very fun evening.

Also, when did ridiculously oversized glasses become a 'movement' one girl looked like the love interest from 'The Secret of my Success' seriously huge glasses, like Deirdre form Corrie.

Also everyone looked like they should be called Tarquin or Octavia, or at least wanted to be called that but were in fact sam, paul and elsie from the gorbals.

As we were by far the best looking people in the room, natch! we thought we play along and air kissing and darlings! spouted forth from betwixt our lips, as did choice comments (memorised from the artists blurbs) about the role of women in the preceding decades when people walked past.

This did backfire somewhat when a woman asked if she could record our comments for a radio show and we pretended to be too modest, this wasn't helped by Ina declaring that I would be fabulous at it as I have so many insightful and interesting things to say.

I don't think the comments they were looking for were "that guy looks like an ugly Rupert Everett with awful teeth"

Berlin for new year 1

I'm ill and off work just now, so it gives me some time to update.


I had a great girly holiday in Berlin from 28th Dec to 4th Jan. It really helped prevent to between Christmas and new year slump and we had a memorable new year. (in a good way unlike the years that have resulted in court case, fights, embarrassments etc)

I had rented the small flat in Charlottenburg. Small but perfectly formed and warm and comfortable.

This is the building we lived in, you had to go in the front door then through a little courtyard in the middle, in another door and up the stairs to our little flat.


Once inside we had one bedroom that Claire and Lynne shared and a small en suite bathroom. These photos are of the other room, the kitchen/dining/living room. I slept in here on the sofa bed. Lorna was staying in a new and very nice hotel. Near the famous KA De We department store and the original and fabulous Cafe Einstein. There is also a coffee chain which we assumed are owned by the same folks but which are not of the same class.

The public transport system in Berlin is really good but as the city is so big it took us a few days to work it all out. We had been meeting Lorna in the mornings and taking the most obvious routes via er U bahn stop before realising that the less obvious route was significantly quicker. Thefirst day Lynne and Claire were on a late flight and both Lorna and I got a bit lost and confused trying to go from our accommodations to meet at the Hotel Adlon (where Michael Jackson dangled baby blanket from the window) we had very expensive, but very good cocktails. I discovered that I did not invent the Tom Jones ( a Tom Collins with lime instead of lemon) and that in fact it is called a gimlet.

We went our own ways after dinner and I went home and waited for the Macmillans.

2010

Happy NEw Year to all my (0) dedicated readers. I'm currently sitting on our couch/my bed in our rented holiday apartment in Berlin. Claire, Lynne and my good self are all feeling a little worse for wear following last nights Sylvester shenanigans. It's probably a bit too late now as it will be dark in an hour but we plan to go for a walk in Charlottenburg and the park at Schloss Charlottenburg to try to blow some of our cobwebs away.

It's the area that we live in but we haven't explored it at all. Berlin is so big and there is so much to do. We've made two failed attempts to climb up the Reichstag dom and there was absolutely no view for the TV tower on Monday. We all have soggy boots too as we were standing in slush puddles watching the fireworks at midnight last night.

It was a fun street party. Apparently the biggest in the world. We had a boogie in a tent to some cheesy sorts of music.

came home sore and wet with frozen crispy hair at 4 am ish. By public transport which runs ALL night for the Hogmany celebrations and I think also at the weekends.