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Here's what happened Sunday!!
*****SUNDAY:***
I cleaned the flat up, made dinner and burnt my tongue! I spent most of the day chatting to Gaz (worryingly this is what I now do most of the time!!Eeep!) on MSN and generally pratting round. I have time to kill as I'm meant to be going over to Gaz's so he can drive us to Monkmoor to do the Sunday quiz at (ironically called) 'The Monkmoor,' a pub in Monkmoor called that...genius! Ronseal advert anyone?lol. I get Stef to 'lend' me two tins of tuna so I can feed the kitties as I have forgotten to get more cat food-ack! Bad mummy Kat >.<>
Anyway-I am meant to get to Gaz's for 8:50pm so he can whip us (and I mean that!) round to the pub in his uber flash car (rolls eyes in a good natured way) bloody boys and their toys. Mind you, if I could drive I'd be showing off in it aswell! Although I think if he heard me say I was even THINKING about driving the car he'd run me over with it! Not that I'm a bad driver or anything, I'm good...just not passed yet :P
So I get to Gaz's at 8:56pm (It was the CLOSEST I could manage people!) which was pretty good for me to be honest, wasn't it? It's normally hours late or not at all, but I am trying to impress so I'm being a good girl...well...in some respects ;D he sort of mock-lectures me on the fact I am late and I try and drive the convo towards the quiz.
FLASHBACK
Last time I did a quiz was with Pru the Sunday before-hand. Gaz had invited us last time (kinda) and we were rival teams! Team Hoof (us) vs Team 15 tonne weight limit (?) I think they were called. Team 15 TWL consisted of Gaz, his brother Bob (of the Unicycle variety) Daddy Griffiths and a friend (embaressed that I don't know his name!!) they all seemed pretty hard-core quizzers! Which means in loose terms, they looked serious. Now, seriousness doesn't really feature in my vocab so we were having fun whilst trying to answer the bloody questions (we were doing wel I felt) we had the pool players helping aswell (will get shouted at for 'cheating' by Mr.G now!) and the bar staff after I announced we were 'Quiz Virgins,' not the best choice of words for me ;)
I get a text from Gaz, 'You are not allowed to get help from the pool players! That's cheating!' this insinuates that he was spying on us, which I find quite funny/sweet. A later text wipes that thought away, 'Given up yet?' or something along those lines. I have no credit so make Pru reply, we try and cadge one of the answers from him I think, but he doesn't help is-very ungallant!! We struggle on. I am pleased I get a few questions right! We swap quiz answers with Gaz's team and start to mark their paper when the answers are read out. 'What is a Golden Ferret in golf?' was one, they put 'A hole in one,' ummm NO boys, a hole in one is called 'A hole in one' Durrr! HOW long have they been going?! :p hehe. Also I am pleased I have the 'Whale Shark' quesion right and they don't. Anything on nature, Japanese stuff and sex is my forte! Not necessarily IN that order though :s we come last and the woman doing the quiz gets our team name wrong (I am reluctant to inform her that it is my version on the word 'Camel Toe') and we get a 'loser' prize of some mints....I must ask Pru where they are! Little scamp took 'em home!lol
Irish bingo comes later (although they do none of this stand up and then sit down nonsence-this is probably because the average age of the patrons is like 60, and hips ain't so loose at that age) I think I'm going to win it! I am one of the last one's and I am looking rather smug (whenever I do this, I ALWAYS lose) ironically (but not really) I lose :( I receive a rather chaste kiss on the cheek from Gaz as his father and Brother are watching (and Mr.-I-don't-know-who-the-frick-he-is.) Me and Pru mosey on over to the chinease as Gaz leaves and I nearly die! Pru will be sat there pissing herself at the moment if she's reading this (Insert GLARE) because I nearly got run over! She sped up and I slowed down! My brain was working out how to roll off the bonnet of the car and in the 15-second time frame I slowed down to snail's pace (obviously I cannot think AND walk!) and squeaked, yes SQUEAKED really loud 'EEEEEEEEEEP!' and Pru laughed her head off! I could have died woman!lol.
We stand outside the chinease and Pru is still laughing, I am also chuckling after this, but that's mainly to stop my teeth chattering in fear! (lol) Then a fuck-off-huge-ass Moth comes by! AGAIN I scream, but am happy that Pru seems to dislike them aswell. She buggers off away from it and it attacks me! I am NOT over-dramatising, the little fucker actually goes for me! I scream, 'I THINK IT'S GONE IN ME!' and Pru is pissing herself again (Tenna lady on the excursions in future methinks :s ) it hasn't gone 'in' me thank god, but I do check myself all over because I remember Gaz telling me the story of a lady with a bat in her bra! How fricking warped is that!? And she never KNEW apparently..gotta be American you say-no...she was English. Gotta be blonde then. We decide this chinease is too expensive (and I'm too embaressed to go in now as one man had been watching us the whole time!) and so we go to my fave place, 'Bamboo House' at Castlefields (pikey avenue) and order a takeaway, I make talk with the guy serving and inform him it's me that lives in Mardol that sometimes orders, he seems pleased with this and says 'cute' when I make a grin at him-awwww! x
We get in, mooch round, eat and then go to bed. Pru declines the offer of coming into bed with me and stops on the sofa bed, I think that one time when I was sooo drunk I kept rubbing my ass into her crotch in the night kinda put her off! Which is fair enough (hairy-no Kat!) but that's for another day...
END FLASHBACK
RIGHT! Back to quizzing with Gaz! We nip to see if Bob (his brother) is at the shooting range, he isn't. We think he may be joining us at the quiz, he doesn't. So it's just me, Gaz, Daddy Griffiths and Mr.-I-still-don't-know-what-the-frig-his-name-is! I get like 6/8 of my questions right and I make Gaz put a little 'dot' by them so they know they are my questions! :P Daddy Griffiths is really nice , but I musn't swear near him otherwise I will be told off, so I put on my 'good girl' head all night....except when I inadvertantly say I want to have sex with Gaz-it wasn't quite that blunt, but it may aswell have been! Which is why I had ONE pint! Beer/any alcohol with me recently is like an aphrodisiac and I didn't want to be throwing Gaz onto the table in front of Daddy G and Mr-who-the-fuck-are-you.
WE LOSE the quiz! I am apologetic as I have a feeling it's my fault! I go to the toilet after. (to cry!lol) When I come back in, sashaying my hips as the men at the bar are watching and I really want one of them to fall over I am informed by Daddy G, who mock-cowers, that I look like I am coming for him!lol. I laugh and sit down, Gaz then informs me I am smuggling peanuts-which apparently mean I have hard nipples in his lingo! I am a little slow on the uptake and am frownin at the thought that they were going to use me as a sort of drug/nut-mule and sneek peanuts off the premises! I was worried that they were really 'hard up' if they were smuggling light snacks from places! I then get what the hell he's on about by that as I realise I could probably hang 'party rings' off my nipples...great! I hope Daddy G wasn't implying I was out to 'get him' with them! I did look 'armed and dangerous' after all.
We say 'bye' to Daddy G (I give him a kiss on the cheek) and he says I am to quiz with him every Sunday, which is really nice of him! I also wave at Mr-I-give-up-trying-to-guess-who-you-are and then we take our leave. We whiz back to Gaz's, I have coffee he has nothing and I promptly decide to clear up the starbursts littering the floor by my feet, messy man. We sit and chat about the night on his sofa, which is a little small and brings us close together...
Um....I was late for work Monday....no more needs to be said :p
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