What was I thinking!?

Roller Disco No No


Oh dear, what was I thinking? Did I mention the Roller Disco before now? A woman from Liam's kung fu is having an 70's-80's themed Roller disco for her birthday. I though this sounded really fun so said Liam should go (and take me!) but he didn't want to.
Then he did.
Now I don't know if I want to!
I get so intimidated by the kung fu folks, don't I? And I wont know anyone there apart from Liam. I might know a few faces but that's it. then again, I should just take the plunge...
I don't think I have much choice. Liam is definitely going, and he wants me to go with him. That's enough to push me really. I don't actually not want to go, I'm just nervous. I'm not good at meeting people anymore. I used to be ok - It's like me and Liam have switched actually.
Not surprising really, considering that Liam talks to human adults every day a work, socialises and actually organises and runs a kung fu class, meets people at tutorials and uni/law related things, plus although he's not done it for a while, over the past few years he's been way mroe likely to go out with friends than I ever am.

Sheesh, I'm a bloody hermit. It's no wonder I'm becoming people-phobic.

I need to think of an 80's outfit, I thought I was getting somewhere actually but Liam pretty much shot it down. Then he seemed pretty unsure of whether anyone actually would be dressing up anyway, and considering I don't see the Birthday Girl I have no way of contacting her to ask how all out anyone will be going.
Sods law says that if I go dressed up everyone else wont be, and if I don't then they will be. Either way I'm bound to be the odd one out.
Dammit, I was really looking forward to doing the 80's thing! I never got the chance to at the time, and I really wanted to for my hen night but it never got organised in the end. Maybe one day it will happen. For now I'll just dig out a crappy old 80' retro T-shirt. Well it's not that crappy I suppose - it's just not what I wanted, more casual than going out-y.

I need to cheer up!

OK, I know how to do that ;o) Betcha can guess what's coming?
I resisted the baby clothes aisles today, and the maternity stuff too! However, I did get a rather splendiferous parcel from Tracy. A gorgeous maternity dress, and two long tops too. It's great because in pregnancy I always make do with whatever I can get - it'll be nice to wear some nice things.
Liam's still not talking though. I hate it - would it be so much to open up his mouth once or twice just to mention things? Is he scared to encourage me? He knows it's going to happen anyway so why not try to make is a happy event?
Maybe I'm reading too much in to things, he is a man after all. But I don't want him to be just any man - I want him to be the supportive husband and father, the lovely man that knows what to do and say to make me feel secure.
Gaahhhhh! Pregnant woman on the TV! Cow, lol. I'd better switch it off and get on with my work.