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Friday's New Friends
Oct. 19th, 2002 04:59 pmFriday's could always be like this:
We meet someone we don't know, called Yuki, outside Waterstone's Bookstore, on Oxford Street, and go for a coffee. I don't know what she looks like before the meeting so we have to rely on our mobile phones... she turns out to be very sweet, dressed in grey and black, with yellow nails and a green scarf knitted by Helen (a friend of mine living in Japan, teaching ESL). She doesn't speak English very well and I have a feeling this is the first time she has been outside Japan ("Here is dirtier than I thought.") One of her first questions is when Kevin and I were born. And surprised to find out she is my age (27)... she looks much younger. We have a long coffee, talk about cartoons, movies, Japanese books, and meeting again to go to the cinema.
Then Kevin and I escort her to a bus stop; she hops on the 173 to go to her English class. We then go to Waterloo and hangout at my work, in the computer room, so we can get more info about travelling to Montpellier...
Around 4:45, we head to the Cubana, where we are meeting Megan, Fiona and Lucy (women I work/worked with.) The place gets packed quickly because of its generous happy hour deal (many cuban cocktail drinks in the 2for1 deals.)
They arrive, we get smashed quite quickly, managed to secure a place on a giant leather couch by the bar, talk about movies, cemeteries, co-workers that are insane or annoying, jobs that pay more than ours, Glasgow's poverty, London's overcrowdedness...
Then home, where Kevin cooks a nice pasta dish with a cream and shrimp sauce... then some reading (because there's nothing on TV -- seems to be the case everyday) and then sleep.
I dream of zombies after me, of being trapped in a Pizzeria with another survivor that looks like Mario, from the Mario brothers, and our attempts to fight off the zombies (my interpretation: somebody better give me a Gamecube and Mario Sunshine this Christmas, or else...) I finally convince my Mario-look-a-like friend to fill the place up with oven gas, jump into the hole on the ground of the pizzeria that leads to the sewers, and blow up the place as the zombies gather outside...
I think this dream might also be about the approaching 28 DAYS LATER>>>
We meet someone we don't know, called Yuki, outside Waterstone's Bookstore, on Oxford Street, and go for a coffee. I don't know what she looks like before the meeting so we have to rely on our mobile phones... she turns out to be very sweet, dressed in grey and black, with yellow nails and a green scarf knitted by Helen (a friend of mine living in Japan, teaching ESL). She doesn't speak English very well and I have a feeling this is the first time she has been outside Japan ("Here is dirtier than I thought.") One of her first questions is when Kevin and I were born. And surprised to find out she is my age (27)... she looks much younger. We have a long coffee, talk about cartoons, movies, Japanese books, and meeting again to go to the cinema.
Then Kevin and I escort her to a bus stop; she hops on the 173 to go to her English class. We then go to Waterloo and hangout at my work, in the computer room, so we can get more info about travelling to Montpellier...
Around 4:45, we head to the Cubana, where we are meeting Megan, Fiona and Lucy (women I work/worked with.) The place gets packed quickly because of its generous happy hour deal (many cuban cocktail drinks in the 2for1 deals.)
They arrive, we get smashed quite quickly, managed to secure a place on a giant leather couch by the bar, talk about movies, cemeteries, co-workers that are insane or annoying, jobs that pay more than ours, Glasgow's poverty, London's overcrowdedness...
Then home, where Kevin cooks a nice pasta dish with a cream and shrimp sauce... then some reading (because there's nothing on TV -- seems to be the case everyday) and then sleep.
I dream of zombies after me, of being trapped in a Pizzeria with another survivor that looks like Mario, from the Mario brothers, and our attempts to fight off the zombies (my interpretation: somebody better give me a Gamecube and Mario Sunshine this Christmas, or else...) I finally convince my Mario-look-a-like friend to fill the place up with oven gas, jump into the hole on the ground of the pizzeria that leads to the sewers, and blow up the place as the zombies gather outside...
I think this dream might also be about the approaching 28 DAYS LATER>>>