Chez Bruce- What's in my tummy

So then- birthday dinner at Chez Bruce last night was great. We sat right next to the cheese board and were treated to pungent cheesy whiffs every time a waiter wafted past....yummy.

This is what I consumed-

Aperitifs

X1 bottle of house champagne (shared of course)

To start

Rare roast beef, and some kind of mushroomy sauce with rocket and parmesan- extremely yummy and tender

For main

Sea bream with scallops, shrimp and teeny tiny gnocchi- very fishy indeedy

Accompanied by ½ bottle of extremely yummy Sancerre

For pudding

Warm chocolate fondant pudding with milk and honeycomb icecream- GOD DAMN!

Night cap

½ bottle of vintage port *feeling queesy now*

Morning

Horrendous hangover. Moderate humiliation as remembered I got home last night very drunk, had to get some fresh air, proceeded to sit in the garden on the funky plastic sofa chair (which must have suffered from torturous weathering and become very brittle) which promptly shattered into thousands of little pieces under the weight of my ginormous bottom. Was left on wet floor in glam silk dress with muddy bottom and dented pride surrounded by shards of white plastic. Thankfully not impaled.

Arrived in work to find massive, huge, wonderful bunch of flowers from amazing friend Dave complete with wildly inappropriate card about flossing my privates. Cheered me right up.

Have to leave work at 1pm to go to 24 club for an afternoon of champagne quaffing with new company for 'bonding' purposes.

May vomit if faced with prospect of more drinking.

Rock and roll.

Let it snow!

So tomorrow they say it's going to snow. Lots. And in the Downs, that means there'll be a lovely big thick blanket of it, and probably no trains between London and Brighton in the morning. So a double reason to celebrate...

I'm feeling springy and bouncy today, despite being woken up in the early hours by Steve who had a car collecting him to take him to Frankfurt, "the most dull city in the world" (not an excerpt from the tourist board, although it might as well have been). He was being flown there to go for lunch and then dinner. That's it. No meetings. Just food and drink. Tsk tsk.

This morning my hotmail was adorned by a lovely e-mail from Anita called 'classes' where she has outlined a whole host of classes which we might do in an attempt to be less sedentary/lazy. These include kick boxing (terrifying), circuits (shudder), aquarobics (now we're talking), Jazz Stage Dance (I beg your pardon?) etc etc. Of course we have both decided that the 'drop-in' option is the only way to go, as we don't have to commit money to a series of classes when we both know we'll make a brilliant excuse every week without fail.

Bearing this in mind, I feel I can be quite positive about all these suggestions...circuits...bring it on!

In other news, I'm frequenting my favourite drop-in-low-cost-bring-your-own Thai tonight with Dan and Morgan to speak about boys things, and no doubt, girls bits. I think the kick boxing was on a Wednesday, but I'm in no position to attend that, what with my erm, blisters.

Much safer eating fish cakes.