Last Saturday, 'Productive Saturday' became lay around in bed until around five pm when its then acceptable to roll out and think about cheese based products for dinner. I can now add ' goats cheese and red onion tart' to my repetoire and I was keen to taste test it on a few of my friends. I was planning on staying in and doing something,ANYTHING creative while I had the flat to myself, but I lured out The Irish for one/ten drinks. I wasnt even hyper drunk. I was the kind of drunk where my teeth turn blue from the wine, and my cheeks and take on the ruddy complextion of an old lush. But, the drinks are cheap and the conversation is good, so who cares if I negate to wear some eyeliner?
Gross.
Not gross. Delicious!
I was pleased to awake with a surprisingly fresh head, and enough energy to get up , do chores and haul ass back to Essex for some overdue family time. I figured if I was going to spend money on myself, it may as well be payday weekend before it all gets spunked up the wall on alcohol. I dragged my sister around town on the promise of a coffee and purchased a new dress which is far too short for my sturdy five nine frame, and a yankee candle to assist with my winter nesting.
Tuesday I was rained upon with gifts by the good grace of my friends. I was given a record player by Matty, and a guitar case and some plectrums by The Irish. I am keen to add another string to my bow and I now have my eye on a Fender Mustang although I probably need to pick up an acoustic first.
Friday saw the departure party of our very own 60s throwback kiwi, Lisa Brown. Rather than go to our standard haunt at Gem, we went to The Intrepid Fox at the bottom of Denmark Street. The pub is the polar oppisite of gem - its glam rock goth and heavy metallers. I of course adore any kind of dive bar despite the aromatic odours from the bathroom. My work colleagues did not and scarpered back to the corporate slickness of Gem. More fool them. And more fool me, When our money ran out we knew we had a free 75 quid bar tab there and off we tredged in the rain, but my nervous system and tolerance level was lowered alresdy by alcohol. I did however, enjoy my interpretive dance, in my purple clock, surrounded by glossy lipped women in short dresses, to ' Call Me Maybe.'
I spend much of Saturday morning deathly ill with a hangover ( wine after beer! wine after beer!) which only a cooked breakfast at the local cafe and huge amounts of autumn sunlight could cure.
As I mentioned earlier, I am now in a bit of a nesting phase where I want to prepare myself for winter. Its already dusk when I arrive home and I need to make sure there is maximum amount of light in my room. This involved me hauling my wardrobe and pretty much gutting out my room yesterday afternoon, however I am more than pleased with the results however it is still a work in progress. As we do not have a shared living area in my flat, my bedroom is important to me.
I am actually gutted that I have only learnt on its last week that The Queen Of Hoxton has been running roof top cinema viewings all summer. I was kindly invited to join Bex and Erica and their friends for a saturday viewing of Clueless. I could also kick myself that I didnt know what a great rooftop terrace the QOH has, as a magpie, anything with fairy lights gets my enthusastic thumbs up.
A 90s notalge complete with popcorn and alcohol over rode the frostbite that started to creep up my shins which left me and erica lamenting how we would cope with socialising once the tempreture drops below 10 degrees. Not very well, is what I am assuming.
And here is maybe the most beautiful thing I have read for a while, snapped yesterday in Shoreditch.
And finally, in honour of the halloween season, I now turn my bathwater a nice witchy purple colour.I dont know how, as my hair is pink. Spooky!
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