MOOD: Still chuffed
N/P: Solsbury Hill - Peter Gabriel
So family and friends all know now, champagne has been quaffed, congratulatory helium balloons are already looking a bit limp and, most official of all, my Facebook profile now says "Engaged".
People liked it and ev'ryfin'.
We have agreed that an engagement party wouldn't be too self indulgent so now the first bit of work and organisation begins. We have had a trawl about Manchester to look at bars we might be able to use for our bash and have some possible dates. Dare I say, it's actually quite a fun thing to arrange. Apart from finding a date when everyone is free. That's like walking up hill. Through treacle. With two Vanessa Feltz's hanging on to your stylish yet affordable chinos.
There are some fantastic bars in this city. Some fancy, some basic. Some with cocktails, some with just beer. Some with outdoor space, projector screens & sound systems, some with disgruntled staff and a bucket. We're both leaning towards the bar that first popped into our heads. Maybe we are going with gut instinct...or maybe it's because the barman there was a pint of smouldering honey.
When ever and where ever we do it it's going to be bloody lovely I'm sure. I intend to be so shit faced by 9pm that I'm chatting up my own reflection in a urinal.
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