Never more

I am so tired of this weather. This morning, waking up in a clammy, rain heavy room, I started cursing for the sheer bleakness of the day. Poor Oliver.

It sucks the life right out of you. Its supposed to continue like this for another week. i’ll be dead by then, a mere shell containing nothing but dreams of sun killed by the harsh reality.

Just in!

Sanna comes to london from Wednesday to Friday. First time we see each other in 6 months! That is scandalous. Good thing we are making sure to fix that asap.

Some wine and girl talk. Hope it doesn’t become mayhem like that time she was helping me pack for my London move. Emptying my spirit stash we woke up the next morning missing DVD’s (after Sanna played frisbee with them in Riche) and being a stolen silk napkin richer. My bag consisted of only high heels and cocktail dresses and my head was pounding.

Good times.

The storm!

                                    
Saturday came and after a 2 hour trek up to East it was time for the guys epic dress up party. The theme was ghetto superstar. No one really followed it. The guys were topgun wing men. I started out as the girl from the fifth element.

But Tom thought i had too much clothes on and re styled me in hos old knee pads and army trousers.

I am sure this is what the knee pads are really for.

Tom was stupidly grinning all night next to his sexy cat woman girlfriend. Cant for my life understand why…

Wing man!

Tom and Kim, great hosts. At least the made sure everyone was on the same drunk level as they.

Looking at Candice face i think this is when normal people started to get tired. The party continued for about 5 hours after that. Grown up as I am I fell asleep in the middle of the party before i got led to bens bed. That saved my ass.

Love the face of the guy in the background. That IS ghetto. Maybe not so much superstar but definitely *im going to kill you ans take your money’ ghetto. (this is james, the guy who defended Kims honour by punching a british champion on boxing. Not the best idea)

Frog and frog. Ben and me had some epic dancing. Great night!

The calm before the storm

Friday night was an easy night in with the Tollstedts and Sara. We ate tacos and discussed the difference of coming from the country versus the city (they eat bananas in their tacos. BANANAS!) and Lisen’s taste in men.

I also played with Ziggy. That was a mistake. I wound him up and had him trying to own everything that came in his way. There is just something about me and kids/dogs/drunk people in clubs. I’ve got bad influence.

Is it still rock and roll if you are watching a film eating sweets instead of party til five?

Talking to baby bro and he gave the old huff and ‘dont think so’ when i said im planning on staying in tonight. A year a go that would probably have been right, I never stayed in on a Friday. Ever.

Nowadays I’m happily looking forward to a night on the sofa to get in the mood for tomorrows party up East. Im dreaming of ice cream and a movie.

It brings to mind Olivers slightly Scroogie smug face yesterday when he patted me on the back saying ‘My plan is working, you are slowly getting boring like me’

Why does it feel like i have lost control over my own life?

Stepping out of the comfort zone

Im tired today. We went dubstepping yesterday. Or grime:ing. Or whatever the music was. It was lots of young people (An upset Lisen came to me and said ‘Everyone is so YOUNG in here’. I was like ‘honey, you are 11 years younger than me’), lots of afros and some busting moves (not ours to be honest).

The drinks were cheap (and tasted like something you mix at home. The old ‘two component rule’* didn’t fly here) and the place looked like someone’s basement. I witnessed a girl fight between the toilet lady and two girls and I haven’t seen so many see through outfits and full on gangsta gear in like ever.

Awesomeness!

 Vogue – an overall dance move that works like always

 The live band. They had afro’s. Enough said.

 Oliver being useful and realizing that the shit quality of Lisens photos is due to flair (it’s always the flair)

 Dubbing? Grinding? Grimeing?

 Yo!

 Lisen and the men in the funny coloured shirts. They were awesome. I wanted to take them with me home and keep them in the closet.


*A friend of Sanna’s and mine always used to say that it aint a proper drink unless it has more than two components

Talking about messes…

…I still haven’t had an Eton mess yet. It looks absolutely amazing and I think this weekend might be the weekend. Its basically a marängswiss with strawberries. Or, that’s not strictly true. Anyway, its strawberries, meringue and cream. I’ll have it with ice cream.

Yum!

I wish i had a picture of my lemon mess yesterday but i ate it so quick i didn’t have time to photograph it. Or, Oliver ate it so quick I didn’t have time to photograph it.