Concealed, but not hidden

So, anyway, right, yeah. Um, last night, brilliant. (Can you tell I’ve been hanging out with rock musicians?)

A few more people got to meet the real me last night. My brother is up again with his good lady, so we all went out to see the reincarnation of the last band I played with (for 14 years), who I haven’t seen for ages. Mum’s best mate Angie was there too, nice girl, great fun. It took me half an hour just to do all my concealing, but after finally making up I decided I didn’t look too bad, tied part of my hair up at the top in a very girly style and wore a long skirt and sexy black top. First impressions you know.

Anyway, so, um, (must stop doing that), we got down to the pub and the band had just started, they sounded really good, better than I’ve ever seen them, and had a real groove going and definitely had the audience on their side. A pretty good feeling, as I recall from my rock n’ roll days. The singer, who has met Lucy several times now, noticed us and gave me a wave, but the other guys were too busy giving it what for. So, in their break they all came off stage and the drummer found sanctuary next to me, (the place was heaving). I patted him on the arm and said hello, he said hello back. I said, "Remember me?" The word "no" emanated from the top of his head in a think bubble, complete with appropriate facial expression. He looked deeper into my face, "Oh YES! How you doing?!" Bless. We had a good chat and he said it was great to see me out, I explained that I actually enjoy going out now…

The guitarist came over after a while and had realised who I was, perhaps he’d noticed me talking to the drummer and sussed it out. "Alreet mate!" (He’s from Yorkshire, it’s a shame for him, but he’s a great guitarist so he’s forgiven). I gave him a big hug, it was great to see the guys again, and wonderful to see them playing so well. Everyone was bopping, the place was jumping as they say, even I couldn’t resist a bit of a wiggle, the music was infectious. Their set is better than it used to be, more songs that I like, and they now include a stunningly good rendition of "Rock and Roll" by Led Zeppelin. Robert Plant et al, eat your hearts out, you should see these guys rock.

Penny was there too, her night off, and the first time I’d ever seen her in a skirt. She was even wearing heels (she’s very petite), she looked lovely. I complimented the skirt, and the fact that she was wearing one and she said that she’d reached her 30th birthday and had finally become a girl. Took me ‘til I was 40 I told her! We had a good chat too and I happened to mention that I’d been down to see my boyfriend last weekend. "What’s his name? You never told me last time", she asked,

"Pip!"

"We’ve got a Pip works behind the bar! He’s not a drummer is he..?"

"YES!"

Small world eh!

Had my Pip been there it would have made the evening completely perfect, everyone was in such good spirits (or wines, beers etc…) and I’m sure he would have enjoyed the band, maybe even been a little impressed. Happy birthday my love, hope you have a good gig yourself tonight. xx

Angie, the drummer and the guitarist all told me that I seemed happier, which I am of course. It’s good that people can see the difference that being true to myself has made. I think that, more than anything explains what I am doing, and why.

Tonight is the main reason that big brother has returned again so soon, he’s a DJ and is doing a "gig", if DJ’s are allowed to call it that, at the same place we were at last night. Probably the coolest pub in town, where all the beautiful people hang out. Well, what do you think I was doing there?!

I’ve never seen him er, spin? Scratch? What is it that DJ’s do, play records, yes, (how hard can it be?) So I guess I’ve got to do it all again tonight. If I start with the concealer now I should just make it in time…