I'm lounging in a hotel room in Reading, waiting for my room service to arrive (a grilled vegetable salad with roquette and toasted pumpkin seeds and a glass of merlot) compliments of House of Grazia, where I'm headed back to tomorrow for day 3 of filming.. Im so excited!! I'm sure they have lots of surprises in store for me, which I have to keep hush hush about (oh the mystery and the intrigue!)
Sorry for being such a slackarse blogger.. It's been a monkey on my shoulder this whole time since my last blog.. My excuse is that Apple have robbed me of my darling beloved MacBook (as well as an arm and a leg to pay to fix it) and I'm quite lost without it. In fact I feel like my whole life has spun completely out of control without it!! Though jerry has kindly offered me the use of his ipad, I haven't warmed to the thing (have nearly thrown it across the room on several occasions).. It just doesn't love me the way my little laptop does, with it's friendly and familiar screensaver, all my folders of fun and folly, my years worth of photos, my music collection, my gathered bits and pieces, my shortcuts, my lists, my spreadsheets, my wedding planning stuff (!!), my blog inspiration...
Hopefully she'll be returned to me soon with all data intact..
Anyways, what's happened since my last blog...? Lots!!
SWEDISH RESIDENCY
I was granted my permanent Swedish residency!!! Only two weeks after applying!! As they slipped the sticker into my passport at the Swedish embassy, I turned to Jerry with a big grin on my face. His grin was even bigger. 'so my little swedie, are you going to be a good resident and learn the language now?' ..... 'hmmmph... I guess so :o('
WEDDING PLANNING
Jerry and I are paying for the wedding ourselves. We didn't want money from our parents, who firstly, don't have any, and secondly don't expect us to get married (mine aren't even married.. Actually I'm pretty sure jerry's aren't either!)... This means we've had to make a budget, based on how much we can save from our salaries, and try to stick to it... Jerry tries harder than I do. I have the tendency to see something I love and completely disregard the budget. This happened, for instance, with the wedding ring.... I found the most stunning ring, a wreath of glistening diamonds, wrapping all the way around the finger so that any which way you wave your hand around, it leaves a trail of flashes and sparkles... As I slid it onto my finger I had a fairytale moment, like I'd magically transformed into a princess. Just to set the record straight, I've never been a diamond-sort-of-girl; I originally didn't even want one on my engagement ring, it was Jerry who insisted.. But this ring...!
Anyway, it was over twice what our budget allowed, but that didn't stop me begging and pleading, then yelling and screaming. The hugest argument ensued in which we both threatened to return to our own countries, called the wedding off, then retracted only because our guests had already booked tickets and decided to go ahead with it but get divorced straight afterwards, we hissed and cursed at each other, spat the most disgusting insults that we could muster up.. I'm sure if we owned swords we would have duelled til the death!
Jerry called me superficial, materialistic, a fraud, a different girl than the one he'd fallen in live with.. I called him a tight-fisted, penny-pincher. He reminded me that he'd paid for my boobs and our holiday to Thailand among other things. I took it back sheepishly and instead called him a miserable grumpy old man.
It ended like all our arguments, with Jerry taking most of the blame and me admitting to a very small amount. :o)
Then hugs and kisses and 'i love you's as usual..
I agreed to consider other rings though I'm still secretly hoping I can hack him down with guilt and my feminine persuasion...
THE 80's PARTY
One of the things I love most about working for 'the club' is the steady stream of staff parties!! The 80's party weekend before last was an absolute rip-snorter!! Of course anything to do with dressing up in costumes makes me jump for joy, and most interestingly, (and something I consider a personal victory) is that Jerry who once detested and downright refused to dress up in fancy dress, now loves it like me!! He even suggested a shopping trip to primark for the occasion!!
The 1980's is a particularly fun theme since it's so colourful and eccentric. Walking to the tube station in our fluro colours, glittery spikes and Mohawk, fingerless gloves, Michael Jackson badges, Jerry in MY slashed jeans, we looked around and realized how boring, fashionwise, the twenty teens (or whatever the hell you call this decade) are... Everyone was in black and grey!!
We proceeded to the party where we got very pissed on free booze and the flashes I have of the night are of stealing drink tickets from the non-drinkers, having a lap-dance-off on stage with Abas and Fannie, crying because I didn't say goodbye to Luis before he left, rolling around on the carpet with my boss, popping the tyres in the taxi, roaming the streets with top-gun sandy and a group of others, getting into an argument with a club promoter and calling the cops, waking up (with Jerry) in phil's bed while he had to sleep on the couch, and doing the walk of shame home with tattered torquoise tights, a matted Mohawk and purple eyeshadow smeared across a very hungover face. Oh dear...
I was, and still am a child of the 80's...
Gotta go to bed. Must be fresh for house of Grazia.
Love, and other catstrophes
Anna xxxx
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