Goodness, what a week.
On Tuesday I found out I go through to the final 3 in the Grampian Business Awards. I was through in the stockroom in the shop when I heard someone come in shouting ‘Looooooooou, Loooooou!’…. It was my business advisor from Scottish Enterprise looking bouncy. She then screamed that I got through to the final and started to bounce a bit more. She then goes to hug me but I have laptop in arms…put laptop down…hugs! I cried like a little girl. I never ever would have thought I could get this far in something so prestigious. Just little old me, a nobody from the sticks, a girl obsessed with shoes…
SO, I get to go to the black tie awards ceremony, but before that I have a dragons den stylee presentation to give on my company. I am VERY nervous. Will keep y’all posted.
Wednesday I meet up with Amy at Ninety-Nine, my current favourite Aberdeen bar with the best chips and aioli in the world. A bottle of wine (each) later the chat was flowing and then the obligatory lecherous men decided to spoil our night. ALTHOUGH it was partly my fault as they did offer to buy a drink, which I gladly accepted. They started to get offensive to one of the other tables so we ran away (literally).
Feeling slightly worse for wear on Thursday, I managed to get through my 10am-7pm day and attended a DVD night at our friend Milo’s with Mel and Stuart (with more vino…ooops). 12.30am my mobile phone goes. I thought, who the hell calls me at that time on a Thursday evening. Anyways, I answered it and it sounded remarkably like one of my friends. “Mrs Couper?” said the voice. I thought it was my friend out on the piss taking the piss. I laughed. The voice said “sorry?…is this Mrs Couper?”…. WTF I thought. “Yes.” I said. “This is Grampian Police, the alarm has gone off in your shop”…… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGhhhhhh.
Anyway, it turns out that the panic alarm had gone off by mistake (2nd time this year) and I had to go to the shop to rectify the situation.
I decide to call a taxi. INCREDIBLY rude taxi operator. Tells me to sort out the address I am being picked up from and call back later. I hang up. I call another taxi company. They tell me taxi will be there in 5 mins. 20 mins later… no taxi. Phone rings. Taxi for Couper! Go outside. Taxi gone. GRRRR. Flag down taxi. Get home at 2am.
Friday was great as we sat on our arses and watched TV.
Saturday. SATURDAY. Ahhh, Saturday, my dear friend. I physcially cannot not go out on a Saturday. I had this Saturday off which was bliss. Had a really long lie-in, woke up and ate soup. Then did nails. Mel came round pretty early to help Scott with her website. I wanted to achieve a uber-curled hairdo for the night so Mel put my hair in ragrolls. Most of the afternoon consisted of watching MTV channels: 100 greatest power ballads, 100 top 80’s number 1’s and musicals videos. Mel also brought back ‘WOAH!’ a la Joey from Blossom. Basically everything we said had to include ‘WOAH!’. We correctly predicted that Meat Loafs ‘I would do anything for love’ would be numero uno in the power ballads chart. BUT NO! It cannot simply be ‘I would do anything for love’… no, it’s ‘I WOAH!d do anything for love’. Maybe you had to be there. It was great.
My hair had dried and I took out the rag rolls. The result was a blonde ‘fro mullet. The do was fixed with some sparys of water and my wonderful straighteners.
We decided that we now needed food and booze as it was quickly approaching evening. A takeaway from the Thai Temple was much appreciated. Then onto the Red Bull and vodka. Next thing I know we are dancing to Combichrist again. Milo appears at the time of.. I’m not exactly sure.
The bathroom walls are looking blank. Mel finds a Sharpie marker pen. Lot’s of drawing starts happening.
It’s late and the taxi is here.
Now I’m starting to lose bits of the night. We go to Foundation… drink drink…. hmmmmm. Was it snowing?
To anyone reading this: What I say and do when I am drunk is not actually what I say and do when I’m sober. They are like 2 different people. If I were you, I would side with not believing anything I say unless I am sober.
The morning is evil. A fake eyelash on the floor. A shoe. A half-eaten piece of toast. Empty wine glasses.
I go to the bathroom to take a shower. There are lots of drawings all over the walls. LOTS. A mix of Hedwig quotes, Lady Soveriegn quotes, sheep, flowers, Russian, clouds and my generic doodles.
I love you Saturday night.
