I bloody love living in Norfolk, but sometimes I get a bit miffed that no one else seems to notice us. All those bloggers, vloggers and buggers seem to be meeting, lunching and launching in Bristol, Birmingham, Brighton and, err, London. Meanwhile, we’re out here with our newly-built, under-utilised dual carriage way just waiting for someone to swing by and drop some culture/couture/credibility on us. *
But they never do.
When tickets went on sale, you could almost hear the social media hum with excitement, you could feel the flurry of texts to babysitters and the scratching of family calendars being rewritten as pick ups, meal times and after school clubs are all rearranged and resolved: all the tell tale signs of a mum’s night out in the making.
And what a night.
My friend, Clare, and I met in the foyer at Open. It was already dark outside and we’d come straight from work which all added to the excitement and giggliness. Our tickets were zapped with efficiency and a smile and we were in.
Not much else gives me such a tummy flip of goodwill than walking in to a room full of women. I love feeling that sense of sisterhood and pride when there’s a get together of women all intent on acceptance, humour and a sense of freedom.
The room was alive with women in their thirties who were delighted to be missing bath and bed for the night. There were stalls selling beauty products, cakes and stationery. Waterstones were there selling copies of the books. The bar was three-deep with women ordering plastic cups of g&ts. The coat-room -which was free!- was full of bags and coats as women broke free from the shackles of nappy bags and coat pockets full of half-eaten snacks.
A hush settled as we took our seats for Katie’s talk. Emma spoke first about upcoming events. Key Words: fashion & Erica Davies. Clare and I nudged each other and made mental notes to put dates in the diary.
Katie came on stage to whoops and cheers and what ensued was a conversation between her and Emma that was a Q&A of insightful questions and hilarious answers. Katie is a wordsmith of comedy genius and it was great fun to spend time in her company under the lovely hosting by Emma
As they were talking, I had a little peer around the room. It was rammed to the rafters with bright-eyed women, roaring with laughter and nodding in recognition of toddler anecdotes. I wanted all these women to be my friends and, last night, I felt like they were.
Thank you, Emma, for a great night out and all your hard work.
(Ooh, and THANK YOU for our goody bags of loveliness: I’m off to slug my tin of gin and toast the your success)
Bring on the next knees up!