Sunday 11th May 2008 – I should not wear white…

It’s been another full on day and as of this very second all I can say is thank God that my birthday celebrations are over with.  I don’t think I could handle another day of festivities.  Yeah, yeah Reney the Birthday Grinch. 

I had the lovely pleasure of having breakfast with my friend Paula today and it was so good catching up with her.  I had an incident though which was rather embarrassing but at least I can see the humour in it.

We met up at The Fringe in St Kilda (my favourite place for breakfast) and drank my 4 shot latte only to have to run to the toilet to throw up.  My band has been feeling so tight since last night.  I stood up and did a dry heave, with that I clamped my hand around my mouth and just bolted.  Did I make it to the loo?  Hows NO for the answer?  I pushed the toilet door open and sprayed the toilet door, tiles and my white top.  Fucking great!

I had to clean it all up, which was rather embarrassing as I refused to let the waiter do it.  In the process of cleaning my spew up and watching Paula from the corner of my eye wiping tears away as she was pissing herself laughing I got the giggles due to embarrassment and just could not control myself.

The waiter watched me clean up and due to wearing a very low cut top I ended up with his telephone number!  Noice stuff Reney.  You throw a spew, wear tight low cut tops and pick up a waiter at the same time.  Maybe this should be how I get men’s attention from now on? 

Paula is now convinced that I am pregnant (as she doesn’t know about my lap band and I have chosen not to tell her yet) and no matter how much I have tried to convince her otherwise she aint listening!  Oh well, if she wants to believe I am pregnant then so be it.  Maybe, being the prankster pest that I am I just make her believe that I am indeed up the duff.

Waiter boy then brought out my breakfast and the second I smelt my egg I had to run for the loo again and release the remainder of coffee that I had in my system.  Readers, I can assure you that I am not pregnant.  I’m just feeling really tight in the band area.

After breakfast with Paula I came home and crashed on the sofa and had a kip to recharge my batteries, which was a godsend.

Later in the afternoon I caught up with Vie for more coffee (but thankfully no spew) and now I am in my little haven battling hard to keep my eyelids open.  Yay I think sleep is finally visiting.

Hope you had a great weekend and thanks again to all for my birthday wishes!

Reney

P.S - Happy Mothers Day to all!