Having a conversation with my mum and sister about the possibility of the stripper who my sister organised for my hens' night over 12 years ago being available to "perform" at my mother's upcoming cocktail party for her friends. Weirder still is that my sister is a FB friend with the aforementioned stripper who used to be in Manpower (or some such) but is now a choreographer. After some FB to-ing and fro-ing it was discovered he no longer did stripping himself but could recommend some of the younger boys he now choreographs for. After some more to-ing and fro-ing my mother decided against such form of entertainment for reasons I can't possibly describe here (no, not those reasons).
How did my life come to this?
P.S. Further surreal aspects of my life right now: I will be having coffee with my ex-husband on Saturday morning. Haven't seen him for 10 years or so, will be interesting to catch up. Sure he left me for my best friend's (at the time) sister-in-law after meeting her at their wedding, but any hard feelings have long since evaporated (and she did end up helping BIg Jay and I buy a very nice Ikea bedroom suite for a give-away price).