My wife, Sally, was away for the weekend, and so was Tina’s wife so we Tina and I planned a girlie weekend.
Arrived at home at about 6:15 pm on Friday to begin preparations before getting prepared. Washing dishes, feeding cats, printing out a driving route.
Phone plays its tune. Katie, my daughter, asks what I’m doing over the weekend. I mention Candygirls. She asks about Sunday and the possibility of visiting her on Fathers day. She’s busy, busy, busy revising for exams at the moment and Hammersmith isn’t far away. We plan a visit.
Phone plays again. Tina is setting off and will be here in half an hour.
Now the real preparations.
Almost 8:00 pm. Makeup is finished and I’m ready. Foundation. Silver and bronze shadow, black liner and mascara, red lips, pink rouge. Long polka dot dress.
Food. A trip to yell.com for a phone number. The man at The Blossoms of Windsor answers.
Sweet and sour chicken, chilli shredded beef, egg fried rice and prawn crackers.
Five minutes later we drive to The Blossoms to collect the food.
Soon after 9:00 pm I change … a shorter black dress. I pick up a bottle of wine and we’re on the road to Candygirls.
About 30 minutes later we’re there. Reception is deserted. Everyone’s watching football (England .v. Sweden).
We pay and head upstairs. Depositing the wine at the bar we have a small glass each. Quoting the number 33 later will provide us with refills.
The bar area is sparsely populated at first, but fills up once the football match is over.
Of course, we’re unable to avoid the lure of the dungeon. It took an amazingly long time to work out how the buckles on those wristbands worked. I checked the area for the absence of whips and paddles and hung around long enough for Tina to take the picture and unbind me.
2:00 am and it’s time for home.
Saturday is a trip to Pink Punters. Tina has volunteered to drive there and back … the Campanile hotel rooms are double the normal cost for some reason and Tina needs to head for the South coast early on Sunday.
Tina arrives at about 6:00 pm. We get made up and changed and head out for a meal at Cafe Rouge in Windsor. Parking at the local library is free for local residents in the evening. As I collect a ticket from the pay and display machine the man behind me expresses his amazement that the machine is actually working. As ever, the staff at Cafe Rouge are charming. We order Saumon à la Niçoise and Boeuf Bourguignon, a glass of Merlot and a bottle of Hoegaarden. And I only just now discovered, that to visit the Hoegaarden web site you must be of legal drinking age … so i guess you had better not click the link if you’re not.
Then Coupe Rouge and Crème Brûlée.
A little before 9:00 pm it’s back home to change into another of those little black dresses and we head for Pink Punters.
A308, A332, M4, M25, M1, A5, a little over 50 miles and we’re there.
A lot has changed since last time we were there. The entrance has moved and there are walls and doors were there used to be no walls and doors.
It’s a quiet kind of evening … well, except for the music
Upstairs there are new facilities, including a unisex toilet area. The sign makes me smile.
We smile at a tgirl dressed in not a lot more than tape with the words ‘crime scene do not enter’.
Talk a while with a tgirl from Wellingborough.
A girl almost trips over a step close to where we’re sitting and has a little conversation with us both. Admiring dresses and expressing frustration about steps.
A party of people head down the stairs towards the dance floor. A girl smiles and waves. I smile and wave back. It’s her birthday she says, pointing ahead at someone who is part way down the stairs. I smile. Come for a dance she says and blows a kiss.
And it’s 2:00 am.
At the exit a girl tells me that I have great legs and makes me smile.
A kinda quiet, but very pleasant evening.