Oh my God
The new theatre in Aylesbury is incredible
So well designed, with ah-may-zing acoustics
It was so lovely, Dad and I were almost worried about
singing our fuck songs doing our thing in such a brand spanking new fancy schmancy venue
As it turns out we were the best behaved peeps in the room
Aylesbury, I knew I loved you.
This just confirmed it.
Today we had a rollerskating party for Magoo’s birthday
Lots of her little friends came out to help celebrate
There’s not a lot funnier than watching a bunch of 6-9 year olds skate for the first time
Diamond was all, c’mon we have to get out there too.
‘Cause I’m pretty sure he still thinks it’s the eighties
And I was like, dude, you know I’ll end up on my arse and probably break my wrist in the bargain and then I won’t get to do the UK tour OR be able to wipe my own bum. So no, I’ll be
over here sipping from my special stash taking photos being the responsible parent.
So take photos I did. That all turned out dark and shitty.
But for once, I actually bought the flash with me. Huzzah!
The flash, yeah.
Batteries for the flash? Of course I didn’t.
Whatevs, even in the dark blurriness, you can see that fun was had.
Then it kind of went to shit.
Magoo fell. Hard.
Macaroni fell. Harder.
Diamond fell. Oh my my God so fucking hard the whole room turned around to look.
So I am on ‘ice-duty’ this fine Saturday night.
Can you believe I actually stopped myself doing a post this morning before we went rollerskating about, ‘wish me luck’ and ‘hope our health insurance is paid up’ for fear of JINXING shit.
Gee…so glad I didn’t do THAT.
Magoo has bruised her (already turning purple) tail bone
Macaroni has a sprained and swollen wrist.
Diamond has 2 broken ribs and a big ol’ case of ‘what the fuck was I thinking?’
I am fine and working hard
to not gloat on tomorrow’s hangover
Can’t wait to do this all again in two weeks for Macaroni’s roller skating
count me the fuck out birthday party.
Diamond: I can’t believe you bought another pair of black boots
Me: Your point?
Diamond: You already have like, *eleventy-billion pairs of black boots
Me: Yeah, but I never had a pair of black COWBOY boots
Now I do.
* he didn’t really say eleventy-billion. He might have said 25. Which is a total exaggeration. I have 23. Tops.