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Sissy Allison is sitting right now on our bed, talking to Kevin, and she has just said "pretty fucking cool!" Little does she know how apt that sentence describes yesterday:
It started out with my grand return to the local swimming pool, where I hadn't been for almost two weeks. The place was almost empty and I had the "Fast and Furious" lane all to myself. Back home, Kevin and I split the last piece of Allison's birthday cake after a spinach and fetta pizza. I sprayed myself with some Blue Label by Givenchy, tried not to put on black clothes, and headed for the Paper Moon pub, in Southwark. Twas my re-encounter with all manner of nice goths for Rosie and Steve's wedding party (part 2).
I felt a bit nervous and flustered when I first arrived (which always happens to me when I see these guys after a long absence - some of them I hadn't seen for almost a year!) But, as soon as I had my pint of Stella and a chair, I got into the general flow of conversation. I met some new people, like Nick, Dan and Liz, as well as Livejournal friends whom I'd never met in person, like Arkady and Diva. I brought along the itinerary for Frightfest, happening this weekend, and tried to get people interested in seeing a horror movie with me on Monday night. Confessed to the table that my journal was rubbish; found rubbish messages inside my fortune cookie; discussed the murder of Jean Charles de Menezes (which led into discussions on 9/11, ambulances - yes, I was sitting beside Suzi - conspiracy theories, and Lars von Triers). I had promised Kevin to leave the pub by 9, but was having such a good time that I only managed to pull myself away at 9:49 (but not before knocking down Suzi's glass of wine and causing the night's first mini accident.)
Headed straight for Shoreditch and wandered around an unknown council estate until I found Joel's apartment (which he has been sub-letting since he's been back in London). He's been staying on the 25th floor of this massive residential building, with an impressive view of the City. I thought it would be only Kevin and I at his place but there was actually a little party going on: half of the people were italian, with names like Gaya and Pino; the other half consisted of Joel, Kevin & I, Mary (the irish girl who is Joel's housemate) and Ståle (Joel's tall, skinny, bearded Norwegian friend who will be soon taking a photo of Ian McEwan for a Norwegian newspaper - I only bring this up because I do love Mr. McEwan.)
The party was a mellow one and I was soon trying to find a corner on the floor to curl up and take a nap. I briefly spoke to Ståle about blogs and he couldn't understand why I'd be so into Livejournal - so you can imagine his surprise when I told him about the earlier party in the pub, made up exclusively of people I've met in this medium. We left Joel's around 3 and wandered around the deserted streets until reaching a bus stop. We caught the number 25 bus to Oxford Street, then the 23 to Paddington. It's a good thing that Burger King was shut down in the station, otherwise we might have broken our promise to never eat junk food again. At home, Kevin fried some falafels and put them in pitta breads with lettuce and tomatoes. I drank some Green Tea, watched "Movies Now" for a few minutes, then headed for the pillow.
We just woke up an hour ago and we are about to head out for some greasy breakfast... have a good weekend, y'all!
It started out with my grand return to the local swimming pool, where I hadn't been for almost two weeks. The place was almost empty and I had the "Fast and Furious" lane all to myself. Back home, Kevin and I split the last piece of Allison's birthday cake after a spinach and fetta pizza. I sprayed myself with some Blue Label by Givenchy, tried not to put on black clothes, and headed for the Paper Moon pub, in Southwark. Twas my re-encounter with all manner of nice goths for Rosie and Steve's wedding party (part 2).
I felt a bit nervous and flustered when I first arrived (which always happens to me when I see these guys after a long absence - some of them I hadn't seen for almost a year!) But, as soon as I had my pint of Stella and a chair, I got into the general flow of conversation. I met some new people, like Nick, Dan and Liz, as well as Livejournal friends whom I'd never met in person, like Arkady and Diva. I brought along the itinerary for Frightfest, happening this weekend, and tried to get people interested in seeing a horror movie with me on Monday night. Confessed to the table that my journal was rubbish; found rubbish messages inside my fortune cookie; discussed the murder of Jean Charles de Menezes (which led into discussions on 9/11, ambulances - yes, I was sitting beside Suzi - conspiracy theories, and Lars von Triers). I had promised Kevin to leave the pub by 9, but was having such a good time that I only managed to pull myself away at 9:49 (but not before knocking down Suzi's glass of wine and causing the night's first mini accident.)
Headed straight for Shoreditch and wandered around an unknown council estate until I found Joel's apartment (which he has been sub-letting since he's been back in London). He's been staying on the 25th floor of this massive residential building, with an impressive view of the City. I thought it would be only Kevin and I at his place but there was actually a little party going on: half of the people were italian, with names like Gaya and Pino; the other half consisted of Joel, Kevin & I, Mary (the irish girl who is Joel's housemate) and Ståle (Joel's tall, skinny, bearded Norwegian friend who will be soon taking a photo of Ian McEwan for a Norwegian newspaper - I only bring this up because I do love Mr. McEwan.)
The party was a mellow one and I was soon trying to find a corner on the floor to curl up and take a nap. I briefly spoke to Ståle about blogs and he couldn't understand why I'd be so into Livejournal - so you can imagine his surprise when I told him about the earlier party in the pub, made up exclusively of people I've met in this medium. We left Joel's around 3 and wandered around the deserted streets until reaching a bus stop. We caught the number 25 bus to Oxford Street, then the 23 to Paddington. It's a good thing that Burger King was shut down in the station, otherwise we might have broken our promise to never eat junk food again. At home, Kevin fried some falafels and put them in pitta breads with lettuce and tomatoes. I drank some Green Tea, watched "Movies Now" for a few minutes, then headed for the pillow.
We just woke up an hour ago and we are about to head out for some greasy breakfast... have a good weekend, y'all!
