today's the 4th of july...

(doesn't that just make you sing that aimee mann song, dave? you should play it tonight. i always do on 4th of julys. well, i don't literally play it myself, being somewhat lacking in musical talent, but i listen to it...)

hi all

i am enjoying a friday off work to celebrate america's independence from us nasty brits. we're slowly slowly getting up and aim to head out to the beach lunchtime ish. there aren't fireworks there as we thought there would be so we're going to spend the day there, sunbathing and whatnot, then checking out some of the street sellers and tacky gift shops (parcel is nearly complete but not quite...hahah) and trying to assess where to go out tonight!

i want to go dancing, i haven't danced since the friday i left and i miss it! bars and pubs here are all very well but we want to go somewhere to dance. last night i was invited to go with some lads to "les deux" in west hollywood, but it is "lindsay lohan and the girls from the hills' favourite haunt!" and i just can't be arsed getting dolled up like nobody's business and paying $12 a drink in some italian themed club. nuh-uh. i hate getting dressed up anyway*, we all know that. 'sides which it's one of those places where you have to be a 6ft tall blonde with gravity defying breasts and killer heels to even get in the door.

hmm...

i, on the other hand, have been consulting with liz, who wants her nose pierced whilst we're here, about having some new tattoos... i say some, cos they're very tiny mum, you won't even notice them i swear. they're quite lovely though... i'll tell you more when i've planned them just right.  :D

to all blog readers who are not facebook junkies (go you)

i am having a bbq/party/music and drinking time when i get home, pretty much as soon as i get home, because that is how much i love you and miss you and how excited i am to see you.

tuesday 26th august, 7pm ish. bring a bottle. we'll be out in the field so pray for sun.

i can't wait already. does line still have that bouncy castle??

anyone fancy doing some DJing who's not my father?

i think i got a little tan yesterday whilst walking to the shop for some food. GET IN.

i am addicted to 'so you think you can dance' that cat deeley presents over here. and she is SO pregnant.

good luck all plough-ians in the tug of war tomorrow, i will try and call you tonight, though i can't decide whether to do it at your 7pm, so you're all coherent but probably busy, or at midnight so i get the delight of slightly drunken transcontinental conversation.

kisses

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

ps martha i will email you but i don't know your email address!

*"dressed up" here refers to being socially acceptably dressed for a posh club, i.e. a tight dress, shiny hair and high heels. which i am not good at. i DO enjoy dressing up as in dressing up in costume; pirates, prostitutes, cheerleaders, 50s diner girl... whatever.   :)  just don't make the mistake of thinking i am disowning my proud costumier heritage.