where's frodo?
gosh, and again, gosh.
what a very strange weekend, in the best possible sense.
friday night was, as i ought to have known it would be, fabulous. once again the floppy-haired one succeeded beyond my expectations. we met for a drink, had a chat, began to relax and leave angsty bollocks behind, then on to a very, very tasty vietnamese retaurant on the kingsland rd. the floppy haired one had returned from his grand tour of the far east in despair of ever finding a lotus-leaf salad in london to compare with those he had eaten, when he found this place. i can confirm, for those who haven't already had a lotus-leaf salad, it's seriously tasty stuff.
having eaten, we then managed to lose approximately 45 minutes to trying to find the damn'd venue of the club he had picked out, not being helped by the fact that there are three roads with very similar names that all lead on one from the other, but we eventually got there, a place on stoke newington high street called the eye. and straight into a burlesque party that frankly rocked. i was cursing my friend for not giving me advanced warning, so i could get my fancy kit on, but i had made a minimal effort that day with office clothes, so just about passed muster. it was great. give me a swing club and pretty girls who chat me up (see previous entry on the fact that no-body in lesbian clubs ever, ever chats me up, so that was kind of cool...), great music, a live band, la la la. such fun. am going there again, la la la.
managed to fall over (green and purple elbows and knees, mmm nice) attempting to run between two balancing people, and lose my purse (bollocks) so all i needed to do was get into a fight and go home with a complete stranger to get the entire set. next time, maybe...
saturday was spent meeting the new landlords, and, hideously, in a diy store. yeek. had that horrid moment, when friend julia and i were eyeing up a gorgeous little capsicum plant, when i realised that we were in a diy store, on a bank holiday weekend. ohgod. horrors! and i still didn't get the paint i needed to go over the ghaslty wooden panelling, so all i could do was sand the varnished bit and hope that a painting fairy will pop up and give me a hand with the fiddly bits.
a word of explanation; i am moving into a tiny hobbit-sized, wood panelled cupboard in the attic of a lovely, teeny flat in hampstead with two friends and it needs to be painted. so this is what i'll be doing this week, oh yes, painting. i would like to say that it'll be better for my liver than drinking, but with the fumes from this oil based paint, i'm not so sure.
there was much more, but this post is already far too long. thank god for cuts...
what a very strange weekend, in the best possible sense.
friday night was, as i ought to have known it would be, fabulous. once again the floppy-haired one succeeded beyond my expectations. we met for a drink, had a chat, began to relax and leave angsty bollocks behind, then on to a very, very tasty vietnamese retaurant on the kingsland rd. the floppy haired one had returned from his grand tour of the far east in despair of ever finding a lotus-leaf salad in london to compare with those he had eaten, when he found this place. i can confirm, for those who haven't already had a lotus-leaf salad, it's seriously tasty stuff.
having eaten, we then managed to lose approximately 45 minutes to trying to find the damn'd venue of the club he had picked out, not being helped by the fact that there are three roads with very similar names that all lead on one from the other, but we eventually got there, a place on stoke newington high street called the eye. and straight into a burlesque party that frankly rocked. i was cursing my friend for not giving me advanced warning, so i could get my fancy kit on, but i had made a minimal effort that day with office clothes, so just about passed muster. it was great. give me a swing club and pretty girls who chat me up (see previous entry on the fact that no-body in lesbian clubs ever, ever chats me up, so that was kind of cool...), great music, a live band, la la la. such fun. am going there again, la la la.
managed to fall over (green and purple elbows and knees, mmm nice) attempting to run between two balancing people, and lose my purse (bollocks) so all i needed to do was get into a fight and go home with a complete stranger to get the entire set. next time, maybe...
saturday was spent meeting the new landlords, and, hideously, in a diy store. yeek. had that horrid moment, when friend julia and i were eyeing up a gorgeous little capsicum plant, when i realised that we were in a diy store, on a bank holiday weekend. ohgod. horrors! and i still didn't get the paint i needed to go over the ghaslty wooden panelling, so all i could do was sand the varnished bit and hope that a painting fairy will pop up and give me a hand with the fiddly bits.
a word of explanation; i am moving into a tiny hobbit-sized, wood panelled cupboard in the attic of a lovely, teeny flat in hampstead with two friends and it needs to be painted. so this is what i'll be doing this week, oh yes, painting. i would like to say that it'll be better for my liver than drinking, but with the fumes from this oil based paint, i'm not so sure.
there was much more, but this post is already far too long. thank god for cuts...