London weekend......
SO...its Saturday morning and Dan 'the Bear' calls me to see if I want a lift to Lora's...makes sense, so we leave (late! oops) but arrive in only an hour. Have a TASTY barbeque at Lora's...rush to get ready to catch the train at 6.25pm...
So we miss the train by 1 minute. Go to the pub for half an hour till the next train. I go to the chip shop....scary posh indian man tells me I smell good and that I must be foreign. I tell him Im a spic. He asks if my black hair is real or dyed.....well that is just a mystery isnt it eh? haha.
Anyway, on the train, some weirdass European tourist guys get on. They start taking photos of me, and then photos of me and Lora's mate Amy. We are NOT amused...thus ignore the idiots. We proceed to act like bints on the train....which had to be the HOTTEST SWEATIEST train on the planet. ugh.
Get to Waterloo....still sweating.
Get on the tube...end up at the Crobar...not too many people, meet Lora's mate Poke/Matt AND ITS STILL HAPPY HOUR...all good. *ahem*. Vodka vodka vodka....then Matt and Dan buy two jugs of Lynchburgh Lemonade...which, hell yeah, is tasty. Havent had the Jack in a long time. Talk about bollocks and act like bints in the Crobar...all I remember really is us talking about how Amy may have a foetus growing in her head(?!). Not sure WHY exactly, but uh, yeah.
So we leave the Crobar around 11, drop Amy at the tube station, and walk for ages it seems to The Quad club.....
The club is a little weird.....no atmosphere, but ok music etc. However, after MANY MANY £2 JD and cokes....we really dont care. The clock strikes midnight and we are dancing to 'Billie Jean', and LORA IS NOW 21!!!!! :D yay. hehe.
Other random things that happen:
-some kid sticks his finger in MY MOUTH and grins like a pillhead and walks off. What the fuck?!
-I dance BADLY.
-they play DEAD KENNEDYS 'California Uber Alles'. I get excited.
-some weird guy hits on me, and buys ALL OF US drinks. I sort of go along with it, since I feel obliged as he bought us drinks. I feel like a right bitch. But hey. I have to make ALL of the fucking conversation for about an hour. No wonder he's single. We didnt even get each others names. Manage to get rid of him.
- some old guy who looks like Iggy Pop, says hi to me.
- someone thinks Dan is famous.
-someone thinks Dan is an Indian or indian. We're not quite sure.
- I FINALLY get to meet up with Kez outside the club....3 fucking years and many missed opportunities at Reading Festivals and Deconstructions etc. She is fuckin RAD aswell.
- DRUNK
- TIRED
We leave the club at 3am and we are ruined! We walk down the Strand. Me and Dan get excited about the fact David Hasselhoff is in Chicago (the musical). Amazing. God we are drunk. Then we get food and wait a WHOLE HOUR for the night bus. Hundreds of people everywhere. Some French man thinks me and Lora are TWINS...he wants a photo taken with us. NO FUCK OFF. *ahem* So, we finally get the bus, Im all but asleep. I spin out with the amount of people...ugh. Get to Matt's house in Chelsea, just of the King's Rd. NICE house and me and Lora get a comfortable bed to share. Matt is kool for kats. Safe guy, that he is. And so lovely for letting us stay at his <3.
Then Andy fones from Newquay. He is a funny, strange boy(friend).
haha.
I dont get to sleep till 6am. Lora bums me while asleep (NOT like that). Funny.We wake up, feeling weird, and looking WANK. I dont even have a hangover.....odd. Watch some fucking funny shit on Matt's computer and look at some disturbing magazine. We leave Matt's and get lost TWICE trying to find the tube station, even though its VERY simple.
EVENTUALLY after having to wait for fucking trains, and a MENTAL taxi driver we get back to Lora's.
Aww she's 21 y'all! and we had fun, it was a wicked night in London....just what I needed after a horrible week of bad news and illness...good times, fool! :D
<3 <3
So we miss the train by 1 minute. Go to the pub for half an hour till the next train. I go to the chip shop....scary posh indian man tells me I smell good and that I must be foreign. I tell him Im a spic. He asks if my black hair is real or dyed.....well that is just a mystery isnt it eh? haha.
Anyway, on the train, some weirdass European tourist guys get on. They start taking photos of me, and then photos of me and Lora's mate Amy. We are NOT amused...thus ignore the idiots. We proceed to act like bints on the train....which had to be the HOTTEST SWEATIEST train on the planet. ugh.
Get to Waterloo....still sweating.
Get on the tube...end up at the Crobar...not too many people, meet Lora's mate Poke/Matt AND ITS STILL HAPPY HOUR...all good. *ahem*. Vodka vodka vodka....then Matt and Dan buy two jugs of Lynchburgh Lemonade...which, hell yeah, is tasty. Havent had the Jack in a long time. Talk about bollocks and act like bints in the Crobar...all I remember really is us talking about how Amy may have a foetus growing in her head(?!). Not sure WHY exactly, but uh, yeah.
So we leave the Crobar around 11, drop Amy at the tube station, and walk for ages it seems to The Quad club.....
The club is a little weird.....no atmosphere, but ok music etc. However, after MANY MANY £2 JD and cokes....we really dont care. The clock strikes midnight and we are dancing to 'Billie Jean', and LORA IS NOW 21!!!!! :D yay. hehe.
Other random things that happen:
-some kid sticks his finger in MY MOUTH and grins like a pillhead and walks off. What the fuck?!
-I dance BADLY.
-they play DEAD KENNEDYS 'California Uber Alles'. I get excited.
-some weird guy hits on me, and buys ALL OF US drinks. I sort of go along with it, since I feel obliged as he bought us drinks. I feel like a right bitch. But hey. I have to make ALL of the fucking conversation for about an hour. No wonder he's single. We didnt even get each others names. Manage to get rid of him.
- some old guy who looks like Iggy Pop, says hi to me.
- someone thinks Dan is famous.
-someone thinks Dan is an Indian or indian. We're not quite sure.
- I FINALLY get to meet up with Kez outside the club....3 fucking years and many missed opportunities at Reading Festivals and Deconstructions etc. She is fuckin RAD aswell.
- DRUNK
- TIRED
We leave the club at 3am and we are ruined! We walk down the Strand. Me and Dan get excited about the fact David Hasselhoff is in Chicago (the musical). Amazing. God we are drunk. Then we get food and wait a WHOLE HOUR for the night bus. Hundreds of people everywhere. Some French man thinks me and Lora are TWINS...he wants a photo taken with us. NO FUCK OFF. *ahem* So, we finally get the bus, Im all but asleep. I spin out with the amount of people...ugh. Get to Matt's house in Chelsea, just of the King's Rd. NICE house and me and Lora get a comfortable bed to share. Matt is kool for kats. Safe guy, that he is. And so lovely for letting us stay at his <3.
Then Andy fones from Newquay. He is a funny, strange boy(friend).
haha.
I dont get to sleep till 6am. Lora bums me while asleep (NOT like that). Funny.We wake up, feeling weird, and looking WANK. I dont even have a hangover.....odd. Watch some fucking funny shit on Matt's computer and look at some disturbing magazine. We leave Matt's and get lost TWICE trying to find the tube station, even though its VERY simple.
EVENTUALLY after having to wait for fucking trains, and a MENTAL taxi driver we get back to Lora's.
Aww she's 21 y'all! and we had fun, it was a wicked night in London....just what I needed after a horrible week of bad news and illness...good times, fool! :D
<3 <3