I've got friends who lift my spirits...
Apparently the best cure for a bad head cold is just to go to lots of parties: I went to four this weekend. I suspect the sunshine and not hanging around in dank winds probably had more to do with it, though.
Friday started with drinks for Eeva's final-but-not-final leaving-party (her flight was postponed until Monday morning). She'd booked a section upstairs at the Cut Bar which was pretty cool. I'd not been there before, but the food was pretty good and the staff were really nice, and I wish it had been open when I lived in Waterloo a few years ago. The only downside was that they left giant icecubes in my cocktail instead of straining them, but oh well. The blueberry Bramble was pretty damn tasty anyway. Then on to K's party, which was okay. I only knew a handful of people there and most of the others didn't really mingle with us much. Mr P managed to find the one person in the room who was more obsessed with music than he is (I didn't think it was even possible), and he talked even faster than Mr P, too, which was exhausting. I ended up going home quite early.
Oh, and on Friday I also bumped into Mr Northfield, which was nice, 'cos we'd just been wondering where he'd got to!
Saturday was wintrmute's final blow-out and a fine time was had by all. First barbecue of the year, some fine conversation with some truly lovely bonkers people, and a lift all the way to the end of my road, which saved me having to think about getting night-buses home from Hackney at stupid o'clock. (Please pass my thanks along again to the chap who gave me the lift!)
And I had a lovely afternoon yesterday drinking mimosas, swapping girl talk and making plans for my trip to Finland in a sunny garden in Bermondsey for Eeva's actually truly utterly last day in London. Even the strange Greek sparkling wine tasted good with the juice, or maybe by that point I'd already had too much to drink... It's entirely possible. Incidentally, pink grapefruit juice is a perfectly good alternative when you run out of OJ -- the non-concentrate version, of course.
Today, I woke up with Kenickie's I Would Fix You going around my head this morning, came online to catch up and discovered that Keiron had posted a link to the video. Well, a synchronicity like that cannot go unnoticed, not by me.
I also spent some time this afternoon hunting down playgrounds in Southwark so that squirmelia could go on lots of slides. We only found three, but it's a good part of London to wander around anyway.
And now I must go home for dinner and recover from my drinky weekend, and maybe watch the Gone With The Wind DVD I bought last week.
Friday started with drinks for Eeva's final-but-not-final leaving-party (her flight was postponed until Monday morning). She'd booked a section upstairs at the Cut Bar which was pretty cool. I'd not been there before, but the food was pretty good and the staff were really nice, and I wish it had been open when I lived in Waterloo a few years ago. The only downside was that they left giant icecubes in my cocktail instead of straining them, but oh well. The blueberry Bramble was pretty damn tasty anyway. Then on to K's party, which was okay. I only knew a handful of people there and most of the others didn't really mingle with us much. Mr P managed to find the one person in the room who was more obsessed with music than he is (I didn't think it was even possible), and he talked even faster than Mr P, too, which was exhausting. I ended up going home quite early.
Oh, and on Friday I also bumped into Mr Northfield, which was nice, 'cos we'd just been wondering where he'd got to!
Saturday was wintrmute's final blow-out and a fine time was had by all. First barbecue of the year, some fine conversation with some truly lovely bonkers people, and a lift all the way to the end of my road, which saved me having to think about getting night-buses home from Hackney at stupid o'clock. (Please pass my thanks along again to the chap who gave me the lift!)
And I had a lovely afternoon yesterday drinking mimosas, swapping girl talk and making plans for my trip to Finland in a sunny garden in Bermondsey for Eeva's actually truly utterly last day in London. Even the strange Greek sparkling wine tasted good with the juice, or maybe by that point I'd already had too much to drink... It's entirely possible. Incidentally, pink grapefruit juice is a perfectly good alternative when you run out of OJ -- the non-concentrate version, of course.
Today, I woke up with Kenickie's I Would Fix You going around my head this morning, came online to catch up and discovered that Keiron had posted a link to the video. Well, a synchronicity like that cannot go unnoticed, not by me.
I also spent some time this afternoon hunting down playgrounds in Southwark so that squirmelia could go on lots of slides. We only found three, but it's a good part of London to wander around anyway.
And now I must go home for dinner and recover from my drinky weekend, and maybe watch the Gone With The Wind DVD I bought last week.