Last weekend I was able to afford the luxury of a trip to Manchester via train (one way. Shall discuss return later). Stephanie and I brought Michelle and James some southern sunshine with us to sweep away the northern grey doom. Although I speak to Michelle several times a day, nothing beats an actual face to face hang out with one of your bestest buds.
However the difficulty with our group dynamic is that we all like different things, therefore finding a social outing that suits us all can be somewhat problamatic. When we all lived in Southend, this was solved by either Steph or I trapsing off home if the venue did not suit our needs (Michelle is a social slut and will go anywhere). But now geography forces us to find a venue we all can all enjoy.
We ended up at The Deaf Institute which is a beautiful old venue on the outskirts of the city centre. They played sixties music which is my most loathed of genres after funky house and dubstep. Furthermore, it was Freshers Week, and I was left to feel like a haggard old whore in a corner nursing her drink and scowling at the innocence of these teens with their healthy livers and sense of optimism.
However, the company and good humour of my friends prevailed, even if it did end up with the mandatory drunken argument and a stumble home clutching a kebab.
Stephanie mocks Michelles drunken tears which is risky - even big bald dude in the kebab shop called Michelle 'A Bruiser.'
Cedric, aka satan in fur. I have never met such an adorable little bastard in my life. I love him so!
The next morning saw us take the National Express coach back to London - booked in what we thought was economic good sense. However five and a half hours on satans own mode of transportation complete with lack of air conditioning and passengers who felt that doing a number 2 on a coach where your excrement is heated from the engine and piped around your face is a great way to spend the time was just too much and we arrived back in London smelly, grouchy and tired. In future, all trips to see best friends are via Richard Branson.
On tuesday I was halfway home on the bus when The Irish text me to let me know he had last minute theatre tickets to see Cardenio at The Rose theatre on Southbank. Two of my favourite things are 'free' and 'theatre' so I jumped off the bus and redirected myself to London Bridge where he then redirected me the long ass way to meet him.
Here is a tip: Do not drink two large glasses of wine when you are going to sit through a two hour play with no interval and no toilets. I had to use almost Jedi like mind control on myself to prevent me collapsing into a weeping ball on the floor while slowly releasing my bladder. Luckily, the play itself was pretty captivating given the fact there was no razzle dazzle, just actors on a stage relying on their talent (with varying degrees of succsess) . There were times where I felt the direction would have been better, however under the circumstances (the venue is only half renovated) I was mightily impressed.
We dashed out via southbank where I was able to momentarily hold my bladder a little longer to take in the riverside view at night including my favourite building, St Pauls, before one more drink before home.
Causes bathroom errors.
Thursday we caught up with Mama Liz in a bar round the corner from work where free beer flowed and somehow more wine ended up at the table. When we finally paused for breath after spilling out a months worth of gossip at her, I was suddenly whats classed in medical terms as Too Pissed For A Thursday. Symptoms included getting up on a chair to demonstrate how much I cannot dance to Single Ladies, and actually how good I am at reinacting Kate Bush 'Wuthering Heights'.
This is me chastising/threatening Dean in case he had just filmed my dance scene.
Friday had a touch of magic glow surrounding it. Firstly, my bus to work was completely empty, meaning I had top deck to myself. Secondly, said bus was diverted via hackney which meant I got a more scenic route to work and did not get to work miles too early as usual. I had sucsessfully managed my workload for the week which meant I had no Friday deadline meltdowns, oh..and then there was FREE tea and cakes. I mentioned how much I love free, right?
Royal Albert London Teas have this promo thing going on at the moment where they set up this darling twee little tea room in various parks around London and you can sit, drink tea from delicate china cups and scoff maceroons and cupcakes, which Erica and I did with aplomb, given out short lunch schedule. There was alot of 'squeee!' noises from us, and aloooot of instagramming.
I also ended up back out that night with The Irish, however was not very good company as my hormones are raging through my body and I basically hate everyone. Luckily for him he had the good sense to surprise me with chocolate with meant I did not rip his head off. Clever man.
So, a somewhat sucsessfully filled week on a paupers budget. I also managed to dye my hair again - im slowely getting better at not making it look like a rhubarb custurd! Its the little things in life. I am also now looking forward to the colder nights drawing in. Two words. CLOAK WEATHER!
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