Well, I think I am now fully recovered from the weekend. You see, I used two of the many leave passes I earnt whilst Braai Boy was deployed. I had two nights out, that’s rights two lovely nights out with girl friends; no husband, no kids just good old girlie time. Braai Boy was on Daddy duties, I had secretly hoped that the kids would go to bed late and be a bit difficult, and they were! Yes!
So, what did I get up to? Well, on Friday Curly Locks and I went to see the Stereophonics. We braved the tube, tried not to touch any surfaces, queued for beer, queued for food, queued for more beer, listened to some great tunes and sang our hearts out. I got told off several times by one of the Crowd Control guys for having my foot on the white line, the white line was the edge of the walkway round the arena. My foot was ON the white line, not over it, honestly. I felt like saying to him ‘Hey mate, I have big feet give me a break, plus there’s some intoxicated moron bouncing about like a crazy pushing me sideways!’ Anyway, apart from white line guy the gig was AMAZING! Ok, amazing if you like the Stereophonics. They finished the gig with Dakota yeeeeeeeees! Curly Locks and I then became the annoying morons bouncing into everyone. When we left the venue the queues for the tube were ridiculous so we were sensible and did the only thing you can do, grabbed another beer, good job it wasn’t two because we only just made the last tube home. I fell into bed at 0130 praying the kids would sleep in, silly me!
Saturday was a very different night out, Double H and I headed out for a Five Guys (yummy!) then to the movies. There were no crowds, no beer and no bouncing. The cinema was practically empty, not just our screen the whole place, an employee told us that it had been quiet all week, hmmmm. After much debate Double H and I had decided that we should go and see Military Wives. Not going to lie, I was very sceptical. How was the movie going to portray the military community? Would it be true to life? Would there be many stereotypes? Two tickets and a bag of minstrels later one army wife and one RAF wife were ready for the movie.
I tell you what, it is a bloody good thing that I always carry a pack of tissues with me. Within the first ten minutes I had tears rolling down my cheeks, by the end of the movie I had no mascara left and several soggy tissues in my hand. I could relate to a lot of what we saw, some of the things that set me off were; telling the kids Daddy’s going away, making a chuff chart (or in our case the Daddy Sweetie Jar), that feeling in your stomach when they start to pack their kit to go away, trying to call Braai Boy when he’s away and the call dropping out or freezing, the frustration when they are away and you are the single parent. Don’t worry I haven’t ruined it for any of you who are yet to see it. You should definitely go to see it, you will laugh, you will cry (maybe) and you will laugh some more. I came out of the cinema tear stained and emotionally exhausted but pleasantly surprised.
After dropping Double H off I got home to find Braai Boy lounging on the sofa with a glass of red wine in hand watching a movie about the US Marines in Afghanistan, OMG from one side of military life to another. Needing to rehydrate after all the tears I cried I poured myself a very large glass of Sauvignon Blanc and went to join him. As I tried to watch the movie, he commented and criticised throughout – inevitable when watching a military movie with someone in the military.
So there we have it. Two leave passes well used; I laughed, I sang, I danced, I cried by Sunday I was knackered. I’m very much looking forward to cashing in another two leave passes when I head to Paris with Titch and Curly Locks…..don’t worry I’ll tell you all about it.