Thought I would go mad just dressing at home on a few occasions, but good old St Patrick came through for me.
And what better way to celebrate than having a wee dram at a bar in Mt Wellington called "The Flying Moa" at 7pm.
Wife first had me do a bit of groceries, that was boring as I didn't get chance to interact with anyone, but the pub was good, just wish I had Josie or wife for company.
Of course I was wearing green - but also need it thin enough to show my black bra. I'm not keen on this top, so it's normally a "at home" top.
The guys at the bar were like "what the hell?" but said nothing and I just smiled
The women at the tables were all giving me big smiles, I wish I could have joined them.
After my drink, I need to visit the ladies room, weaving in and out amongst all the tables, a pretty blond woman stood (6ft 2 in heels to my 5ft 11) and motored her way to the ladies, just beating me. After she entered, she held the door open for me and smiled.
The last few weeks have been busy at home, painting rooms, entertaining guests and last weekend was a cyclone, but not as serious as they predicted, winds were at dial up speed and the rain was just enough to fill a footbath - sorry for the rest of the country who got hit harder. Still I didn't want to go out and get my wig all messed up.
Highlights of last 2 weeks: Taking Miss 16 shopping for a ball gown and seeing her in it,
Lowlight: paying for above mentioned ball gown.
Highlight: going to gym with wife and Miss 21
Lowlight: hurt my pecs while wife built muscles that knotted, creating days of pain and sleepless nights for both of us..