|It was a hen night, hence the flowers!|
So instead I'm going with another love of mine.... Dancing, oh and drinking as they go together oh so well.
Not 'proper' dancing as in ballroom or ballet but real 'several beers later, singing your head off on the dance floor dancing'
Back in the day when babysitters were not required and Aaron and I used to both go out, at the same time I was usually to be found on the dance floor while he propped up the bar. (He doesn't DO dancing except in fancy dress and then only once) which was actually a great arrangement as it meant it was easy to get another drink :)
I've had many many amazing nights out before Leo came along and it's probably the main thing I miss about my young, free and 'not so single but it doesn't stop a good night out' days. It's just not the same when you can't spend the following day on the sofa in recovery (known in our house as 'Top Gear Days' due to endless episodes of the program on 'Dave' when neither of us could be bothered to find anything else to watch).
Aaron doesn't understand why I long to dance and drink the night away, (well he gets the drinking bit) in noisy drunken crowds of people and end up eating a greasy burger on a bench at 4am, to be honest nor do I but I remember it being a whole lot of fun!
|OK, so it means you look like this but it was a great night!|
( I had done a pregnancy test before going out just in case as I predicted it might be a drunken one!)
Also linked up to Flashback Friday at Cafe Bebe, don't forget to check out the others!