Ladies Nite (Ladies who lunch)

Now, I'm not crazy, or loose minded. I do know this blog exercise finished on Friday, but as North of the Border previously stated, we had so much fun, we decided we'd continue, so, here I am, the first of the continuer's.

I've gotten to a time in my life where my friends and I rarely see each other, between work and family commitments, there seem to be no time for the friends who were once the center of my universe, so, when we manage to palm off the kids on daddies on one our, rare, days off of work it becomes an extra special event, one of which we promise each other we'll do again real soon, and regularly.

Yesterday we went to the Ideal Home Exhibition. I met up with, for the purpose of anonymity we will say Eesh, Eesh at Neasden train station, our journey was just beginning. We hoped from train to train catching up on stuff.
Eesh is a 'new' friend. We met in 2006 when we both joined the student union at our college, both being Gemini's and both being tall and pushy we became a formidable force and are known as the notorious twins. Eesh is a 30 year old mum of two, boy and girl 13 and 9 respectively, and studies Health and social care, she will attend Kingston University in September of this year. Eesh is single and still looking, using self help books!

When we arrived at Earls Court train station, a very fed up Tits, also for the purpose of anonymity, had been waiting half an hour. Two become three.
Tits is a 30 year old mother of two boys 14 and 9, she has a 2-1 law degree and a masters in law. She teaches media law to students at LCC part time, works in MCPS during the week and Whistles clothing store on the weekend. We have know each other since our eldest were two, I taught both her boys at primary level and her youngest is my godson. Tits is single, a new homeowner and happy just as she is.

We went into the exhibition hall with our pre-printed tickets, flirting for extra freebies or just to boost our own confidences, which seems most likely. Talking about interior design and catching up. Half an hour later a call from Phee. She as at the entrance. Three become four.
Phee is 28. Tits worked for Phee in 2004 when Phee had her own PR company with people such as Tim Westwood and Rapper Nelly's clothing label Apple Bottom Jeans on her books.
Phee now works for a global PR company, with her own secretary and office. Phee is also a new homeowner, single and definitely looking also using self help books.

Four black women in the Ideal home exhibition, bring it on!!
After an hour we get a call from J, she is also now at the entrance. J is over 33, has three children, boy girl girl. 9, 8 and 1 respectively. J and tits 9 year olds are friends at school, J is a teacher and plays the fiddle at Irish pubs part time. J is recently divorced, fed up of looking, and has the two girl with her. J is white her children are mixed race.
Four becomes 7!

It is such a girlie day I revel in the joy. At home I am the only girl so it feels so damn good to be free.

Until... J goes to the changing room to clean baby. She puts her bag down by the buggy. An attendant is in the room, talks to her for a short while then leaves. J's handbag is gone too. It has her car keys, house keys, cheque book and a 410 pound Prada wallet with a fiver in it. It was a baby changing room, no-body else was in it. We all check the room, no bag. Security is called. A huge pat on the back for the security at the Ideal Home exhibition, they came running in full force. The description goes out. The attendant/cleaner was black, very dark skinned, African, with plaited extensions, and a striped shirt. The hunt is on. Two girls are brought for ID. It's not them. Now the quote of the day comes as we walk to the security office; Tits, gotta love her, says 'How many black, African cleaners with extensions could there possibly be?', to which I answer, 'Huh? Are you for real?... Ask Cheryl Cole!' I mean, come on!! It would have been easier to say the attendant was a white, English female... it would have been like, 'oh Sally, yes of course!!'

After Half an hour of security looking for the elusive agency worker, J's handbag is found, in the changing room, stuffed behind the bin. Everything is still in it and security assure that action will be taken in the way of an investigation. It was not there before, security had also checked before hand so we are not just crazy attention seeking women.

What a day. J goes home with baby, very stressed. 7 become 5.
We pile into Tits'car with all our goodies, still feeling hyper from the events of the day.

We discuss the now found Shannon, Tits confuses with Maddie and has no idea who Shannon is. We let her know and tell her that she and a 39 year old man was found alive and well in the bottom of a Divan bed base. Tits: 'Well he must be mad, he lives in the bottom of a bed' The laughter roars through the car. 'WHAT?' 'he was hiding in the bed not living there!' And all this before we even cracked open the bottle of Shiraz!

I can't wait for the next time we all meet up again... Whadya say girls... Chelsea Flower Show?!



Oh this ladies nite and we're feeling right, oh this is ladies nite oh what a night!