Sign 'o' the Times

Last night was a lesbian dance event which I usually attend, but as I was working, very short of funds and wanting to save my liver for next weekend I was ummming and ahhhhing about going. The child then informed me that she was going to an under age party at the venue next door, so I said I'd stop in at my event for a quick beer and a gossip then pick her up. She tried to have a moan saying her event didn't finish till 1am, but had to concede to the consensus that if she wanted to go at all she had to leave when I said.

Finally about 10.30pm I rocked up got a beer and started chatting and catching up with some women, had barely (sic) started my beer when the child texts saying she'd bored, when am I picking her up. Grrrr, now I wasn't ready to leave! A bit of quick thinking on the part of the organisors, get child, give her some maccas and then left her sitting on door duty with door girl, who used to be her nanny in the past.

I did manage a wee bit of socialising, and as is the way was having a pleasant evening and didn't want to leave, but I could feel the child's sighs of boredom from across the room so had to depart.

Hmmmm, I wonder if this is the start of an odd new phase, tho I do confess that as I was wary of possible scathing child criticism I did not dance and spent all the time chatting, as I do recall when I was the same age watching my Mother dance.