Erm, ok then. But seriously that's quite some blind date. I asked him if he'd not thought a coffee at an independent coffee shop would be a gentler start. Apparently not.
Before we even got into the festival we had to bribe a taxi driver to get us there, then queued for an hour and a half. I told him she better be bleedin worth it.
It's been a good few years since I've been to an unfamily friendly festival. It is safe to safe I felt about a hundred and two. I've never seen so many twenty one year olds in superhero outfits.
Since we were meeting by the waltzers at 6pm we consumed very expensive cocktails from paper cups quite quickly for courage. I felt about as nervous as he was. I mean "hi, I've never met you before but I'm your blind date's oldest female friend". Nothing odd in that is there?
When the lovely lady arrived she clearly had the same idea (safety in numbers) and had brought her brother with her. Of course in my role as supportive friend I let the blind daters get to know each other. Which meant I now know quite a bit about her brother. And him me, that is if he didn't glaze over.
I digress. The afternoon went on happily and remarkably well I thought, which may have been influenced by the cocktails. We watched Bombay Bicycle Club and all was hunky dory until I went to the loo. On returning the brother was nowhere to be seen and my friend and his new date were getting to know each other a little more amorously. Oh bugger. This was an unexpected turn of events.
I tried striding towards them. They didn't notice me and I did a last miute U-turn. I rang my husband and chatted for ten minutes. I strided towards them again, this time coughing. Still no joy. This date was clearly going well. I stood by the sound stack and texted him which seemed to work. Apparently they were just saying hello.
The rest of the day was good fun and I'd had so many cocktails I stopped worrying about being a third wheel. I just threw myself about to the Arctic Monkeys (another first). We went home and sang ballads in the back of a taxi. Who knew we both could sing along to Boyz II Men? I don't think I've ever done that either.All in all it was a flipping terrific day with a brilliant friend on his blind date. And I've definitely not done that before.
