Party, Party, Party!

2007 is upon us. Just in case you hadn’t noticed…

It’s been a fairly busy Christmas period for me, lots of parties and meals out and turkey and pudding and wine and general revelry, with a few gigs thrown in for good measure. I have another party to go to tomorrow night (oh god, another one?!) at which I expect there to be lots of old faces, many of whom will never have met Lucy, which sounds kind of weird now after so long living full-time. But this is the party of an old friend, who knows just about everyone in town, so after this there can’t possibly be many people left who have yet to meet Lucy, can there…?

My friend from Kendal, Stephie, had her SRS in Brighton on the 2^nd January with Phil Thomas, which makes me the only pre-op in our gang now, not that I’m bovered. I’m not in any great rush, but I am certainly ready for it. 2007 will be the year, probably late summer/early autumn. I just hope there are no more military coups and what-nots in Thailand before then. Mind you it didn’t affect Gillian’s trip, who flew out exactly one week after the last coup. I’m certain Dr Suporn is the surgeon for me, I’d be most upset if anything untoward happened before I got there.

Of course we gave Stephie the obligatory send off with a meal out and drinkies afterwards, which was a great night. I still get some strange perverted enjoyment out of being in a gang of 6 transsexuals taking over the town. I’m sure all of us blend in reasonably well, but put us all together and you can’t really miss us! Anyway I had a text from her and she says it has gone fine, didn’t hurt a bit. It will Stephie, it will, soon as the morphine wears off.

I guess until it’s my turn I will just be biding my time. The band is going great so that keeps me occupied, we’re even hoping to have a go at writing/recording some original material soon, just as a sideline, just for fun.

Quite surprisingly I got a Christmas card from my dad this year, even more surprisingly it had a cheque in it! Still haven’t spoken to him for over a year, and he hasn’t responded to the mail I sent to thank him, but it’s a start. At least he somehow acknowledges my existence. He couldn’t bring himself to write my name though, had to get his wife to do that on both the cheque and the envelope, but he did manage to write the words "Merry Christmas". I suspect he was somewhat nagged into it, but I was still pleasantly surprised. I’d got him a nice bottle of Gevrais Chambertain, delivered in Trojan horse style via my brother amongst his pressies. I wouldn’t be surprised if dad poured the wine down the sink, or gave it away to the nearest orphanage. No, surely that would be sacrilege, even if it was from me.

Our band had a Christmas office party, well you know, met up for drinks and nibbles at my house then went for an Indian feast, then yet more drinkies. I have been a little naughty this Christmas, but it’s been fun, and I haven’t been out so much for ages. Must do something about this fat tummy that has appeared though; don’t want to be turned down for surgery because of obesity. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much.

Anyway I shan’t waffle on any longer (mmm waffles, maple syrup, ice-cream…) better get to bed, heavy night tomorrow. It’s the last one, I promise!

xx