Damn you caffeine, damn you to hell!

Hello readers, it’s been a while.

As I am jittery beyond belief from drinking three cups of tea today…yes I’m serious, that’s what not drinking it does to you when you relapse…so I thought a blog post was in order to get out some of the hyper. This isn’t fun, I feel so weird, being completely straight edge normally I suppose this must feel what it’s like to be on drugs…not very nice. I am so boring that I consider a caffeine buzz to be equal to ecstasy, folks. Warning, there is also the chance that I may talk total bollocks as a side effect of this too. What do you mean that’s what I always do?! Clear off…

So, it’s the night before my burlesque debut at Shake Tassel and Roll. Isabelle L’Amour will be gracing the stage for the first time amongst a bevvy of other beauties, many of which are also debutantes to the burly world. I am incredibly proud to say that they are my friends now, despite all being total strangers less than six months ago. Out of all the people that I will miss when I emigrate from the Island in close to three days time, they will be some of the most sorely missed. Not to say there hasn’t been a fair share of drama the past few months. There has been bitching, things thrown, diva strops, tears, costume malfunctions, and most of that’s just from me… But it really has all been worth it. In fact, it’s got to the point now where I’m not entirely fussed how the show goes in itself, because I’ve had the most fun simply taking the journey leading up to it. Of course I’d like my acts to go well and to hopefully get some more bookings and such, which already looks likely, but if the curtain closes and that’s my lot, I’m perfectly happy to go back to making routines up in my bedroom just for fun. It’s a chapter of my life I wouldn’t change for the world, and if it turns into a novel, that’s an added bonus.

What else is there to say… I spent the last week living with Alex up in Rye to get used to things, adjust and settle, and also do a few job interviews. Unfortunately the first didn’t amount to anything, but on the train home I got a call about another one after I move, so that’s something positive to look forward to! Of course it was Valentines Day while I was there, and I got treated to a lovely lunch, and a massage, as my back was, and unfortunately still is, giving me a lot of jip. I managed to do something to it in rehearsals just now…joy of joys… let’s hope it holds out.

I am still besotted with Alex after nearly a year together. I move in to his…or should I say our house on our 11 month anniversary. Life is so comfortable, and blissful, and easy with him. I feel so loved it’s untrue. He really is all I need in life. Hell, I’m getting teary writing this. He constantly lets me know that I am his reason, his queen, and I’ve never had someone make me feel so special in all my time on this earth. I’m not going to get overly sentimental on you all, don’t panic, I’ll leave it at that.

After the show, I have two days before I leave. May I add that I have not packed a single thing yet, and the show is tomorrow? Whoops.

Wish me luck everyone, I shall break a leg, or as they say in the burlesque world…break a nail ;)

N x