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On Friday, Kevin and I took the tube to Brixton after work. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dawnage had given us directions to a pub, The Beehive, near the station's exit. As we climbed the escalators, the station was swarmed with policemen and two men arrested. It was drizzling and cold outside.
We ordered two Kronenburgs in the crowded pub. I texted Dawn to let her know we were standing by the fireplace, at the back. I kept looking at the faces, the women sitting down or standing, trying to recognize her. I had seen photos of her in her user icons, and a few from a party at her house in september (she was singing to Phil Collins in the photo.) Then I saw her walking towards us, scanning the room. I waved and she found us.
She was wearing a t-shirt, underneath her winter coat, that said GAYANIMALSEX - SUEDE. 10 years old and vintage. Suede fans out there would offer good money for it. She ordered a glass of white wine and we stood by the fireplace, chatting. Kevin laughed at us when we referred to people on livejournal: I've known teqkiller for years! P***ky is awful, the first time I met him I thought he was greasy! She had also figured out my alternate journal... she was very observant. Being a Taurean, she reminded me of my mother - defined views and a strict teacher (later on, when she showed us how she controlled her students, I saw some Japanese Suede fans standing behind us flinch away in fear!)
We drank and waited for her friend Sonia to arrive (she would come later because she had to put her daughter Daisy to bed.) When she arrived, we sat down on a recently vacated table. An old man, drunk, was already sitting there but he didn't mind us. He was curious about where we were going, despite never having heard of Suede. Sonia almost convinced him to come with us to the gig.
Finally, after leaving our winter coats in Sonia's car (so we wouldn't have to face the coatcheck on the way out) we got into Brixton Academy for Suede's penultimate gig. When they came on stage,dawnage disappeared. (Later, we would learn that she almost got into a fight with another girl at the front - and had her arms "gently" moved by a bouncer). Sonia, Kevin and I stayed behind, jumping, dancing, awed by how great Suede were on stage.
When it was over, Sonia offered to drive us to Brixton tube station. But the roads led to alleys with dead ends, the buildings all looked the same, and we began to laugh. We were close to getting lost.
"You can tell livejournal that a single-mother got us lost in Brixton!" Dawn said.
"I'm not a single-mother!" Sonia cried. "I'm just never getting married."
In the tube train, we hugged Dawn goodbye and said we might go to her party the next evening (eventhough, deep down I knew I wouldn't go - I'm lazy like that.) We followed her suggestion for dinner: kebabs... and lay our smokey clothes with the dirty laundry before passing out in bed.
dawnage had given us directions to a pub, The Beehive, near the station's exit. As we climbed the escalators, the station was swarmed with policemen and two men arrested. It was drizzling and cold outside.We ordered two Kronenburgs in the crowded pub. I texted Dawn to let her know we were standing by the fireplace, at the back. I kept looking at the faces, the women sitting down or standing, trying to recognize her. I had seen photos of her in her user icons, and a few from a party at her house in september (she was singing to Phil Collins in the photo.) Then I saw her walking towards us, scanning the room. I waved and she found us.
She was wearing a t-shirt, underneath her winter coat, that said GAYANIMALSEX - SUEDE. 10 years old and vintage. Suede fans out there would offer good money for it. She ordered a glass of white wine and we stood by the fireplace, chatting. Kevin laughed at us when we referred to people on livejournal: I've known teqkiller for years! P***ky is awful, the first time I met him I thought he was greasy! She had also figured out my alternate journal... she was very observant. Being a Taurean, she reminded me of my mother - defined views and a strict teacher (later on, when she showed us how she controlled her students, I saw some Japanese Suede fans standing behind us flinch away in fear!)
We drank and waited for her friend Sonia to arrive (she would come later because she had to put her daughter Daisy to bed.) When she arrived, we sat down on a recently vacated table. An old man, drunk, was already sitting there but he didn't mind us. He was curious about where we were going, despite never having heard of Suede. Sonia almost convinced him to come with us to the gig.
Finally, after leaving our winter coats in Sonia's car (so we wouldn't have to face the coatcheck on the way out) we got into Brixton Academy for Suede's penultimate gig. When they came on stage,
dawnage disappeared. (Later, we would learn that she almost got into a fight with another girl at the front - and had her arms "gently" moved by a bouncer). Sonia, Kevin and I stayed behind, jumping, dancing, awed by how great Suede were on stage.When it was over, Sonia offered to drive us to Brixton tube station. But the roads led to alleys with dead ends, the buildings all looked the same, and we began to laugh. We were close to getting lost.
"You can tell livejournal that a single-mother got us lost in Brixton!" Dawn said.
"I'm not a single-mother!" Sonia cried. "I'm just never getting married."
In the tube train, we hugged Dawn goodbye and said we might go to her party the next evening (eventhough, deep down I knew I wouldn't go - I'm lazy like that.) We followed her suggestion for dinner: kebabs... and lay our smokey clothes with the dirty laundry before passing out in bed.
