the weekend when sleep was not an issue

it's kind of hard to retell the events of an entire weekend in just a few words. i could mention everything that happened and still not capture the important things, how things looked through my eyes, how i felt and what i thought. friday our flatshareliving friend showed up at fellows road with a bottle of wine, i provided straws and k cider and we got a bit drunk courtesy of our local 24 h shop. we went to soho were we asked the cutest gay couple in history for directions, they were good sports but had no idea where to send us, with a "darling" they sent us on our way none the wiser. eventually we got to the borderline were we mixed pretty much everything drinkable, chucking it down eagerly, almost desperately, in order not to lose the buzz. danced to the sound of peter doherty's voice, stayed on the floor when bigmouth started playing immediately afterwards, witnessed three fights, had some more drinks, met somebody - two guys from hammersmith to be a bit more specific. one of them a beatles worshipping musician / suit salesman had the energy of a young jessica, and that's to say a lot. to make a long story short we went back to hammersmith with our new friends, got lollies from a colombian girl on the bus, shared a cigarrette between the four of us, and slept. just slept. just in case my mum reads this i need to clarify that i have been a very good girl so far. of course, the expression "good girl" is open for discussion, but i haven't done anything to naughty.

now yesterday i got a call from the mad hatter telling me that i got the job. had to be celebrated so went to liverpool street to get to foulden road and the famous flatshare. gave some money to a homeless, said he'd buy food but i bet my money (literally) on crack, had an encounter with a creepy guy in a store, he talked in the typical creepy guy - voice and wanted to show us the cold wines. sat in the living room with our k cider (i know, it's getting quite repetitive but 89 p for 8.4 percent is, to quote a missed friend, sweet) someone's ciggies and a spotify playlist made especially for this kind of situation. went to shoreditch where someone decided it would be fun to buy miniature cigars, went to catch, free entry but no cloakroom, had a beer, danced, avoided dirty glances and got yelled at by a girl who wouldn't accept that we had stamps. went home early, well, was home at about three after a bus ride via camden including heroic achivements, a gorgeus guy in a denim jacket and a girl too drunk to stand.