I am a Time Lord (LONDON: 2/5/11)
Sorry, but before I go into the events of last night/this morning and today I need to get some stuff off my chest.
1. No, the thing on my neck is not a fucking hickey though it's very polite of you to ask anyway /end sarcasm. It's a scar from melanoma which runs in my family. I fucking hate it and I've had plastic surgery to make it less noticeable so thank you very much for reminding me those hundreds of dollars did nothing. I should note, I'm not mad at anyone in particular--it's been happening for years. And it never gets tired of hurting a lot.
2. No, getting wasted off your ass is not cool or funny. Maybe some people you love have trouble with alcohol and it's a touchy subject.
3. You introduce your best friend to someone and they become attached at the hip, totally leaving you in the dust. So long and thanks for all the fish; found your replacement toodles! Yeah...doesn't feel awesome. Lotta resentment building my side of things. I'm just always gonna be there for you, is that it? Don't worry about never talking to me, I'll just be here when you two've finished up. No. Screw that.
Alright. On to the main event I suppose.
FABRIC
Getting in without waiting in line on a Friday night at peak time is pretty nifty--thank you Guest List. Fabric...if I had to describe to someone who'd been clubbing before, I'd say it's like any other club's huge big sister on more coke than her body has room for. If I had to describe it to someone who'd never been clubbing, I'd say don't go you fucking idiot. I consider myself pretty club-savvy and even to me this was a massive shock to my system. I was afraid for my life--there were coked up guys everywhere, every room was PACKED so you were never NOT getting shoved/elbowed. I loved the music though--had it been a little less full I'd have really enjoyed it. I don't think I'll go back though. Too drug-necessary for my taste.
On the way home did ride my first double-decker bus! Hooray! Those things are scarier than I thought--I kept imagining we'd tip!
By the time we found our way home it was 5.30. It was trippy as hell to hear morning doves and birds when it was still literally pitch black outside. I was like..what dimension am I in?? The Time Lord thing came in later when it was dark cuz of the clouds but for a second I legit couldn't tell if it was morning, night, afternoon, yesterday, today--I was tripping off my 2 and a half hours sleep. Yes, that's right---at 8 am my alarm went off and I set off for:
CANTERBURY & DOVER
Canterbury was far superior if only for the weather. But omg I got a dress from Dorothy Perkins for only £7! SQUEE! And it makes me look like I have hips! AND I'm a SMALL! I love them forever now. Bought some cute black pumps to go with it and any other time boots/sneakers wouldn't work with an outfit.
Dover was amazing visually but it was so windy small children were--ah hell with it, I was getting blown around like a leaf. And it was raining. And it was like 30°. I was an unhappy bear. But I did get some amazing photos!
(Canterbury Cathedral Gate)
(Next cover of The Exorcist comin' atcha)
1. No, the thing on my neck is not a fucking hickey though it's very polite of you to ask anyway /end sarcasm. It's a scar from melanoma which runs in my family. I fucking hate it and I've had plastic surgery to make it less noticeable so thank you very much for reminding me those hundreds of dollars did nothing. I should note, I'm not mad at anyone in particular--it's been happening for years. And it never gets tired of hurting a lot.
2. No, getting wasted off your ass is not cool or funny. Maybe some people you love have trouble with alcohol and it's a touchy subject.
3. You introduce your best friend to someone and they become attached at the hip, totally leaving you in the dust. So long and thanks for all the fish; found your replacement toodles! Yeah...doesn't feel awesome. Lotta resentment building my side of things. I'm just always gonna be there for you, is that it? Don't worry about never talking to me, I'll just be here when you two've finished up. No. Screw that.
Alright. On to the main event I suppose.
FABRIC
Getting in without waiting in line on a Friday night at peak time is pretty nifty--thank you Guest List. Fabric...if I had to describe to someone who'd been clubbing before, I'd say it's like any other club's huge big sister on more coke than her body has room for. If I had to describe it to someone who'd never been clubbing, I'd say don't go you fucking idiot. I consider myself pretty club-savvy and even to me this was a massive shock to my system. I was afraid for my life--there were coked up guys everywhere, every room was PACKED so you were never NOT getting shoved/elbowed. I loved the music though--had it been a little less full I'd have really enjoyed it. I don't think I'll go back though. Too drug-necessary for my taste.
On the way home did ride my first double-decker bus! Hooray! Those things are scarier than I thought--I kept imagining we'd tip!
By the time we found our way home it was 5.30. It was trippy as hell to hear morning doves and birds when it was still literally pitch black outside. I was like..what dimension am I in?? The Time Lord thing came in later when it was dark cuz of the clouds but for a second I legit couldn't tell if it was morning, night, afternoon, yesterday, today--I was tripping off my 2 and a half hours sleep. Yes, that's right---at 8 am my alarm went off and I set off for:
CANTERBURY & DOVER
Canterbury was far superior if only for the weather. But omg I got a dress from Dorothy Perkins for only £7! SQUEE! And it makes me look like I have hips! AND I'm a SMALL! I love them forever now. Bought some cute black pumps to go with it and any other time boots/sneakers wouldn't work with an outfit.
Dover was amazing visually but it was so windy small children were--ah hell with it, I was getting blown around like a leaf. And it was raining. And it was like 30°. I was an unhappy bear. But I did get some amazing photos!
(Canterbury Cathedral Gate)
(Next cover of The Exorcist comin' atcha)