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Showing posts with label Boteco do Brasil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boteco do Brasil. Show all posts

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Car Boots

So today was the big car boot sale.  I rolled out of bed at 4:45am and made it there for half past 5, the boot sale opened at 6.  My auntie and cousin were there earlier so they got us two pitches together which was good, cause it made the time pass quickly chatting to them.

In the end I sold a fair amount but only made £17 - and it costs a tenner to get a pitch anyway!  So not much good on the money-making side but fun all the same and I got rid of a lot of stuff, mostly teddies.  Some guy showed up at five past 6 and bought a big stash of teddies - he took 11 in all! Or at least he thought he did... I wanted £1 for each toy and he kept saying he'd only give me 50p.  Because he was buying so many I agreed and it should have come to £6 but then he only had £5.50 on him!  And he kept saying, "50p discount, 50p discount"... I was pretty mad but he left the bag of toys with me so he could come back and pick them up later on.  So when he'd left I took two out - an Eeyore, and a huge fluffy Care Bear.  So in the end he only got 9, serves him right!  I didn't sell those two later but anyway, I would have been mad to think I'd let them go and got totally ripped off!

Anyway, I also sold some bags, sunglasses and jewellery.  I think we're going to go back next week on the Saturday which is meant to be busier, and I'll sort my stuff out better then.  I had clothes that no-one was really interested in so next time I'll take more books and glasses and things, and I think I'll put up wee posters with offers on.  I think I'm getting the hang of it!

I'm a bit knackered now though, so I might go for a nap!  I went for some drinks with V last night, in Boteco do Brasil, one of my favourite Glasgow places. Good music, good food and a very nice hot-but-knows-it waiter.  I like to think I might be a favoured customer seeing as how I spent a small fortune on cocktails last time I was there!!  We had a lovely time but I was a right grumpy-arse this morning!  I kept muttering, "This had better be bloody worth it" all the way to the car boot sale.  Definitely time for a snooze now.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Sunday chat

Just been to the gym and for some reason it felt much harder going than usual!  Probably cause it's a Sunday, there must be some kind of built-in laziness clause.  Still I did my hour of cardio, though I gave up on the cross-trainer after 10 mins and switched to the bike.  I went running on the treadmill first so then when I hit the cross-trainer I just couldn't hack it!

I suppose I'm glad I made the effort to go cause the more I get into the way of it the less likely I am to fall of the bandwagon. (Or treadmill.)

My dad's away out but I'm hoping when he comes in I can get him to make a pot of soup - his soup is legendary, just what you need on a blah grey day like today!

I was out for a few drinks last night in Boteco do Brazil in Merchant City - one of my favourite places in Glasgow!  The food is cheap and unbelievably tasty, and the drinks are quite cheap with cocktails for £3 during the week.  I'm also happy to report that there's a really hot waiter who I've never seen before.  Maybe he's new, I think I'll have to go back again and check...!

Today I think I'll just be chillaxing and mulling things over - still thinking about going to Italy, and still thinking about doing a make-up artistry beginners course and saving up to a professional one down in London.  I think I'd actually love that but it's a bit daunting to think of breaking out and doing something so new and completely different...  So much to think about, so little idea about what would be best!?  Argh.  At least the beginners' make-up course would be funded by ILA, so I might as well do it and see where it gets me... If I hate it then at least I won't have wasted the money on the longer course in London.  Then again there's the whole thing: where would I stay when I was doing it in London, how would I support myself, would I stay down there permanently after I finished it?  Who knows!?

And, of course, if I did decide to go Italy, none of this would even matter.

My brain is now fried.  I'm off for a strong coffee and a shower before I self-combust.