I can’t blog to save my life…

I’m so rubbish at this blogging malarkey. Hopeless. I was telling the story of my leaving Essex and making the journey up north and it just never really got anywhere.

Then I started telling the story of mine and Dave’s alphabet dating. And that didn’t last long either (we’re up to our H date next if you’re interested!)

I just lose focus so easily and struggle to get into any kind of rhythm with writing, yet it’s something I really want to do.

So here I am . At just over 2 weeks out of 30, and feeling like I need to pick it up again.

The thought of turning 30 is doing weird things to me. I thought I was ok with it for ages but actually what I’m finding is it’s making me quite nostalgic. I’ve been reflecting on my life but in particular the last 10 years and how dramatically life has changed. I’ve gone from a 20 year old student, living in Essex with some pretty sketchy friends and ideas of what a good hair style is, to an almost 30 year old living up North with a handful of, but awesome friends (and slightly better hair).

And I’ve never been happier.

I really want to blog my story of moving up North and share with you mine and Dave’s alphabet dating adventures so I really will try to keep writing, even if I only manage once a week 😉

Jx
*edit : I’ve noticed a theme with all my blog posts. I start them with “I’m so useless at blogging…..”

B is for…

Right, well I guess we’ve established I’m pretty rubbish at this blogging malarkey! It’s almost 6 months since my last post and we’ve made it through B, C, D and have our E date planned imminently!

Now though, is my time to tell you about our B date. I’ve gotten a bit addicted to scouring Groupon for deals on the experiences that they have and I stumbled across Bingo and a bottle of wine for £10. Dave had never been to Bingo before and he does like a cheeky bet so I thought the prospect of winning some money would be perfect for him. It ticked all our boxes (plus I got wine!)

After a false start (I made the almost unforgiveable error of booking to go when it was Man United v Liverpool, which Dave, as a huge Liverpool fan, had plans to watch with his United supporting best friend) we booked in for a Sunday afternoon in early September. We got that wrong though too; our booking said midday and it didn’t even start until 1.30.

We eventually made it in and the first thing we needed to do was sign ourselves up. Then we had to pick up our bingo cards and find somewhere to sit. When we retrieved our bingo cards I was expecting the old fashioned things with the dobber…***NEWSFLASH*** You don’t get that anymore. They gave us those electronic things which is basically like online bingo. All you need to do is tap the screen and it crosses off all your numbers for you, even the ones you’ve missed. I’ve got to say, I was disappointed by that. For me, half the fun is that panic when you start missing numbers, and that hoping and praying when someone shouts BINGO, that they’ve got it wrong. That’s impossible with the tablet thingy and I feel like you lose a bit of the spirit of the game.

Once we sat down they brought us over our free wine. I was actually impressed to receive a bottle of Echo Falls (after I requested rose). I was seriously expecting something minging that tasted of vinegar! Whilst it’s not my first choice wine, it’s definitely drinkable!

After what felt like a lot of waiting, the game finally started, and it was at this point that I realised what a crap date activity Bingo was. I quickly realised, talking is not acceptable in a bingo hall after laughing like school children at ’69’ and getting some pretty evil glares. Add to that, Dave is a rubbish loser and the more times he wasn’t winning, the more grumpy he was getting. Especially as the woman sat next to us was winning loads – she was definitely on a roll!

It’s always a nice surprise to run into one of your twitter followers. @DebsBox tweeted me saying she could see me, and then proceeded to tell the Bingo caller what we were there for (she knew about the alphabet dating as I’d been tweeting about it). He then announced it to the whole of the bingo hall which was massively cringey as neither Dave or I are good with attention. It became especially awkward when he (the bingo caller) started joking about what we’d be doing for our ‘S’ date. Aaaahh…I’m cringing just thinking about it! Deb walked past our table on the way out and said she was actually attempting to get us a free bottle of bubbly or something which actually would have been nice! Anyway, despite making us cringe, it was really nice to meet her 🙂

When we left (without winnings), we both agreed that whilst Bingo is a good laugh, it’s definitely not date material. Having to remain quiet didn’t suit either of us and it makes it a pretty anti-social date, we enjoyed ourselves but it’s probably not something we’d do again in a hurry.

 

A is for…

I’ve vocalised this all over twitter and Facebook and a while back I blogged about wanting to start Alphabet Dating. I heard about it on Radio 1 about 5 months ago but we just never got around to starting it but we’ve done it now. With our A date and B date complete the wheels are in motion. For anyone that’s not familiar with the concept, you basically date your way through the alphabet. So A could be for Arcades.

We’ve set up some rules to ours:
1 – we can’t have done it together before (it’s ok if we’ve done it previous to meeting each other though)
2 – budget is around £30 but doesn’t matter if we ocasionally splurge
3 – we take it in turns to plan the date!

So that kind of blew out A for Arcades. We’ve done the 2p machines at Blackpool loads! So instead we started off with a bang on holiday in Greece. We went to the Acropolis of Athens!

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I love ancient cities and Dave is a quarter Greek so this was a fab option for us! He’s been to the Acropolis but I never had but he really loves it there.

On the 7th July, on a scorcher of a day (or at least for my very non – Greek ginger skin!) we caught the metro from Kat to Monastraki Square in Athens. The metro was free because it was that funny time when Greece nearly left the Euro Zone. People could only get 50 Euro out the bank a day and that came in a 50 Euro note. The 1.10 Euro metro fare would have been a nightmare!

Anyway, as always I digress. When we got into Monastraki I assumed we’d see the Acropolis straight away. Well how wrong I was! No sign of it at all!

It was probably only half a mile up to the main entrance to the Acropolis just up a road off the main square, and we made fast work of it considering the heat, steepness, and poorly maintained paths.

After buying tickets it was one final walk up to the Acropolis. The scenery walking up was unbelievable! We could see so many ruins, the Parthenon, derelict amphitheatre and the Temple of Zeus and the original Olympic Stadium in the distance.

Once we reached the Acropolis,  which you need to bear in mind is on my bucket list, all we were greeted with was crowds and crowds of people and a big old marble structure covered with scaffolding.*  My initial reaction was to be quite disappointed but really, if a building has been there 2000 odd years and survived wars, even surrounded with scaffolding is pretty awesome! Walking around to the back side of the Acropolis, it regained some of its magic as the evidence of being held up with metal poles wasn’t as prominent as at the front. In all honesty, it was truly breathtaking. To see something that has lasted thousands of years and is so vast in size is remarkable. And to share it with someone that’s as important to me as Dave is even more unbelievable.

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Highly recommended!

*The scaffolding has been on the Acropolis for around 30 years. The Greeks are taking parts of it bit by bit and restoring it.