Saturday I was attempting to fashion a pair of boxing gloves out of vanilla and chocolate Madeira whilst plotting what to wear on the evening as it was my sister-in-law's hen night. Usually I steer clear of such gatherings; in fact I've only ever been to two in my whole life, but as it was the sister-in-law, it was only right. Well I eventually decided on a Grecian style maxi dress – purely due to the fact that I can not get my rather rotund bottom in any of my other
lovely evening clothes thanks to still carrying weight from the birth of my son – 3 months ago. Anyhow, as the day wore on, I lay down my tools and glammed up for the evening and headed on out. The first point of call for the wanton women was a rather classy affair at Zorba's Greek Restaurant in Wolverhampton, I had never been before and would thoroughly recommend it. As a not drinker, my soda and limes came in at 50 pence a time. I was very happy with that. I think the cocktails were priced around the £3 mark and shots at £2. For my dinner I had the meatball (whatever that is in Greek) starter followed by calamari and cheesecake. The cheesecake was the let down as it was an obvious 'mum's been to Iceland'. Once our dinner was finished, the live music began to play and we were encouraged onto the dance floor for some Greek Style dancing; up and down the restaurant we travelled and in and out of the building, all us ladies bare foot (heels are not for Greek dancing) up and down the street around the restaurant and onto the tables. After the singer had finished we were helped from off our elevated perches and sat down again, but no, the night had not finished. Out came the Belly dancer and the entertainment continued along with us all being encouraged to get up with the dancer one on one and do a stint of shimmying around. This could have been seen as highly embarrassing for some, but no, it was indeed all good fun. However not long after this I said my goodbyes to the ladies as they went on to smash plates, which I have been told was very satisfying. The ladies then continued onto Oceana, which really, truly, is not my style, so I was glad to have left when I did. I made it back in time for my son's night time feed, which is always worthwhile simply for the faces he pulls. Oooooh, word of warning though, beehive hairstyle, which I sported for the evening, always worth brushing out before bedtime or you wake up with something that resembles Russell Brand's hair. Not pleasant.
Sunday after I managed to brush out my hair and had a spot of babysitting the nephew I got home to continue on with the boxing glove cake and contemplate what to do for Halloween, Oh I have many ideas now * grins * can't wait! Gloves all done, I need say nothing more, have a look at the cake gallery, I'm so pleased. I then moved on to start the Lego Captain Jack Sparrow cake, which I have only just finished this evening. It's been a long day; the cake looks fantastic though. However I do appear to have been zapped of all humorous anecdotes of the
weekend. Ah well, sod it. Shooting Stars is on and I'm in love with Angelos Epithimiou.