Party on?

At the beginning of the week in our usual chrome and glass encrusted drinking establishment, Fletch and I were joined by one of the bar-maids. A nice girl, friendly, chatty, good at her job and about to go off to university.

The conversation began with her asking me if I 'do dresses' and asking our names, because somehow over the months the 'introductions' had never happened, despite much chatter.

"I wonder where this is going" I thought to myself, while rapidly enlightening her to the fact that the last time I 'did' a dress I was about six years old!

It transpires that today is her 21st birthday and she is having a 'bit of a do' tonight, to which we found ourselves rather unexpectedly invited!!

There are two drawbacks here; Firstly it means I have to drag myself kicking and screaming into some less than laid back attire (ugh)and secondly I suspect we are going to increase the average age to a rather significant degree!

We are going to know no-one, Fletch will be fine, apparently her boyfriend is something of a geek so that's him sorted for conversation but me....hell, I can only hope her parents are there, as was suggested they may be!