The night after the night before…
So, last night we dropped the kids off at the inlaws’ house, and headed for out lovely Thai meal… Which was bloody awful! The plan was to have a drink in the bar, go to the restaurant, eat, and then meet up with everyone in Newcastle, to drink.
Basically the food took ages (we were there for 2 hours!) and when the main courses arrived, they didn’t even vaguely resemble what we’d ordered (I didn’t like mine, so ate my rice instead). Now, I never ever complain (this is only the second time ever), but we did point out that it didn’t look like what we’d ordered and we’d waited ages and ages. I don’t mind waiting for nice food. But this wasn’t nice. Anyways, they made it cheaper and we paid somewhere in between what they were asking and what the bill would have been, because we felt bad too. I’m not sure why!
So that made us late to go out… So, we meet up with a large group of very drunk people, and apart from feeling incredibly uncomfortable until I’d had a couple of drinks, it was a good night.
But I did decide that I’m too old for rock clubs. And being the only woman with 3 men (we were the last 4 standing) was a little odd.
The hard part was getting up and going to my gym induction this morning, but I made it, and learnt how to use the machines. The guy said I had a good fitness level, but I think he was just saying that to make me feel better! I’m a very uncoordinated person, and kept making the cross trainer go backwards. And there’s this weird hand-cycle thing, which requires more coordination than I have.
It went ok though. Due to opening hours and husband’s work hours meaning I have to one to watch the kids, I don’t think i’ll make it back there until next Saturday, which is a shame. Not a lot I can do about it though. I’ll still have zumba on Wednesday. I missed last week, so need to get back to it asap.