We had this night out in the diary for weeks if not months, I can get a little fractious about big nights out. There are some challenges with owning a colostomy and going out. Last night was no exception and although I feel very privileged to attend lots of lovely functions with my husband through his job, it can be somewhat daunting.
A meal out is wonderful but as I've mentioned before eating makes my stoma active, so having dinner and going home straight after is daunting enough but having dinner and then sitting through a show, fretting about stoma functions and noise is a little nerve wracking.
I had to give some thought to putting an outfit together for lasts nights trip as we are having a mini heatwave in the UK right now, long may it last (a girl can dream can't she), you can tell because the newspapers have the 'hotter than Hawaii' headlines again.
My hope was firstly my bag would stick and secondly that it would remain stuck. Having to get into London for a pre theater dinner means an early afternoon set off, which means getting ready to go out in the hottest part of the day and with no air con to cool me there's no guarantee the bag will attach properly.
I needed a dress suitable for the heat, eating and sitting in the show after, it's highly doubtful that I would ever choose trousers for a night like this, it's just not even worth the risk, a first world problem though that might be it does cause me a little anxiety.
This dress seemed to fit the bill perfectly, it's light, it's airy, it's loose so I have poo room, what more does a girl need...well only an ostomy girl, would be a bit weird for a bagless girl to want that! ;)
The meal at the Savoy was delicious, it's such a beautiful place. Sadly the show didn't work out too well for us, the mini heatwave beat us in the end. It was unbearably hot inside the auditorium and sitting there with sweat literally dripping off your face is a most unpleasant way to spend an evening, so we made our escape at the interval never to return.
I will let you into a secret, one of my many character flaws is my loathing of theater, I hear your gasps of horror and your cries of philistine! it's true, I'm dead inside, but going to a theatre is like scratching your nails down a blackboard for me, but hubs loves a show and I love dinners out so it's a compromise I'm willing to make. I knew he must have been uncomfortably hot for him to suggest ditching the show rather than me. I couldn't even tell you what the show was like as I was preoccupied with not passing out or throwing up.
We walked to the top of Haymarket, in the balmy London heat and went into Tiger Tiger nightclub, the first place we came across with aircon to sit and wait for our pre ordered cars. We had a nightcap or two and danced to Latin club music. Not the night we had planned or expected but bloody good fun none the less, with good company and good wine what more could you ask for...
The American bar in The Savoy for pre dinner, pre theatre nibbles and fizz, rude not to really. :)