I am not going to name names, lets just called them Mr K and Uncle J. They know who they are and it doesn't matter as they would never lower themselves to read a 'blog' let alone mine, let alone a trivial women's blog.
This is how a typical Friday night goes (from my POV)
6:30PM - We, as in Mr K and I are still at work. Uncle J sends a text message to me. 'How thirsty are you on a scale from 1 to 10?' I am not in a drinking mood. I am tired, stressed and just want to go home, take off my bra and shoes, put on trackies and slippers, have tinned tomato soup, toast and a book. I sigh.
6:32PM - I reply 'Me? Only a 3. Mr K - probably 7' I can see Mr K from my office, he is opening his 3rd beer and having noisy banter with the staff.
6:33PM - Uncle J replies 'That's a combined score of 10 - on my way over via the bottle shop. Just ate, so don't worry about dinner for me'
6:59PM - We are now home, I long for some alone time. I did not for a minute fall for Uncle J's comment that he would not eat. The man is a bachelor and is always hungry, especially for anything that is not preceded with 'Mc' or 'do you want fries with that?'
7:02PM - The front gate chimes, the dogs bark. I am halfway out of my shoes. The bra will have to stay on.
7:05PM - I am in the kitchen, glass of champagne (yes, it was French) just poured. I scour the fridge and freezer for inspiration. I have chorizo,wine and rice. I start to make risotto, sipping at my champagne as Mr K and Uncle J make themselves comfortable on the deck.
7:20PM - I can hear mumblings and garawfs outside as I stir another ladelful of warm stock into the risotto. The smell of cigar smoke is faint, but familiar.
7:36PM - Sprinkling Parmesan and parsley on the risotto, gathering plates and forks and napkins, I move towards the sounds of men and beer. They are just finishing having a belly laugh at some unisex driver in an Audi who went the wrong way down a one way lane. There is a metaphor somewhere there.
8:02PM - Risotto is all but gone, I get complimented by Uncle J 'Great you can make food like that without any kitchen noise - I can't stand all that kitchen noise'
8:16PM - I finish my one glass of champers, Uncle J has finished the rest of the bottle. He asks if I want another drink? What I really want is to lay on the couch with my old dog and watch lifestyle shows. He cajoles me into another glass, just so he can justify opening another bottle.
9:58PM - I have listened to politics, economics, business, programming, guns, survival techniques, knives, young women, more politics, religion, foriegn policy, and finally I have had enough.
10:12PM - I clear the table, stack the dishwasher, make myself a Milo and finally can go to bed and take my bra off.
How are your Friday nights spent?!