cigarette love

Still tired as f…. Was supposed to go to bed early yesterday but Ol came over with Woolly and we ended up talking for 2 hours. He’d just been to a meditation retreat and tried to convince me about the benefits of meditating. Still not convinced. I go along the ‘head through the damn wall instead’. Any way to silence the chaos that is my mind.

Here are some more nice pictures from Friday to remind of less tired times.

Me explaining something to the girls. Love that i look like im casting some kind of spell. And that we are all wearing black. Like glamorous witches,

Bad assing around with the swedish crew. Im honorary member now. Only took me two years to be accepted (to be honest, thats all me, I just dont socialise at work)

Not really sure what going on with Chia’s face but i look like a bad ass ad for smoking. I kind of want to be me in this picture.

The Band. This is us rocking a band pose. I should so have been born to be a true rocker, I got that shit down. And also, im about a head taller than everyone else. WTF. I dont really see myself as that tall any longer until i see a pic like this.

Coolest squad on the block.

Some mood pictures from the party. Marilyn’s dancing. I might have been dancing on that little stage all night. Figured that if i fell i at least wouldnt break another arm.

Our former CEO and now chairman of the board. If i ever start a multi million company this is what my parties will look like as well. That is promise you.

In bed with John Lennon

Im still standing. Barely. My 5 day drinking week have taken its toll on me and im very happy for the various pots and creams with rejuvenating stuff ive gotten in my advent calendar. Desperate measures. One things with SATC is that you never really got to see their hung overs – just their fabulousness. Unfortnately there is also dead tired hung overs. Every time.

Oh well. Worth it. Im only at the tender age of 33 after all. Friday was Christmas Party. Me and scandi crew drank GT at work, snazzed ourselves up in the bathroom and headed off to rock the pop art themed party at House of Vans. My main goal for the night was to have dinner since i tend to forget that in the heat of the moment. And what do you know – no dinner. Glad i dont disappoint.

The party was cool, as always. There was Marilyn Monroes running around, a cinema (why?), popcorn (yes – but half salt half sweet – who do that?), face paint, a photo booth, free bar, food (for those who actually eat and isnt just fuelled on GT) and a bed where you could hang out with the man – John  Lennon.

Guess where you found me? Jumping on bed with JL of course and eating his pot with peas (guess I had some dinner after all). I was almost thrown out but Sam, the guy, defended me. Thank you unknown Lennon actor.

I also found my inner artist. My colleague Julian brought his polaroid and unwisely left it with me saying ‘make me proud’. My first project was ‘Inception’. I had people posing for a picture and then giving that picture to the next set of people photographing them holding the picture. Like a never ending inception of polaroids within a polaroid. Deep.

Too bad I was pretty drunk and couldnt wait for the polaroids to develop. And my photo aim was a bit wonky.

Then i made people stay in the bed with Lennon. ‘The make love not war’ series. Pretty pop art. Im sure julian was very happy to see all of his polaroids go on my artistic vision.

Thank God I went home when the party stopped. Or maybe thank me.

On Saturday i had to get up at 8 to get the dog. I went to bed at 4.30. It was a tired me dragging my body across town. Being stoooopid and having some kind of death wish i had promised to go to a black tie charity event in the afternoon. Picture above is me taking a power nap fully dressed in my gala dress and make up while waiting for Lollo to get ready.

Still stoopid, still death wish I continued on to a dinner with part of the burner crew after the event where there was only vodka and then to Danis for ‘one last drink’ before heading home to W. Somrwhere around there I was ready to go on all night and massively pouty about the going home thing.

Until i came home to this little dude. He is not impressed by his mums party life style but since his daddy didnt really think and got a flat where he cant have him over night this is what he have to deal with. Sorry W, you have two pretty crap owners.

Sunday. My advent calendar had this in it. Wish I could have just drank it and cleaned all the sins from my insides. Instead i had to face the demons. My day was spent watching every sweet movie i could think of to not have to deal with the gloom that comes after that many days of drinking.

This week only drinking plans on thursday. Dear me, let it stay that way.

An unexpected turn of events

(Captains log: Day 3 on my drinking week. Starting to feel it now. My body feels weak, eyes red and legs shaky. Im not sure how long i can hold out. Running out of fuel. Pieces of my mind is going.)

Me and Jacke went all to way out to o2 yesterday to enjoy us some Mumford and Sons last night  Great shout. It was an amazing show and they had even the white, middle class people the audience consisted of standing up and dancing.

We didnt really. I blame arm but it was just general tiredness. Not even too cool for school. Because we know by now that im anything but cool.

Your standard far away concert picture.

At the end of the show they walked out into the audience and then ended up on this little stage in the middle singing a capella. Goose bumps moment.

The night might have been over there, was supposed to head home and get my beauty sleep for the xmas party. However, not know for my ability to say no I got lured away by a french guy.

Jean, a guy ive been talking to on tinder sent me this message. At first I said not because, well, was at another show but then i decided to go meet him after. I mean, why not.

Met up with Jean in town and us and the band went to crobar, this great rock bar. Had the best time. We had shots, hung out with the guys who were these absolutely brilliant early 20s somethings. I wish i knew them when i was 20, I potentially would have married them all.

I instantly knew with J that him and me have the making of great friends. That what i do. Even on Tinder. Make friends that i then keep forever.

Stormtrooper extravaganza

Thursday. The weekend can be sniffed around the corner. I would be looking forward to it if it werent for my overly social schedule. Xmas party Friday and then 4 different parties Saturday. Thank God December is over soon. And that there is a week chillin at the country house mixed in there.

Yesterday went to dinner with Lollo and friends. We have started a supper club and it was the first outing. Fun. I tried to get out of it and had already eaten at home but got guilt tripped into going. It was nice but this morning I thought i was dead for a second.

This showed up in the post yesterday. I treated myself to a little poster of some of my favourite books. A reminder of all things good to sit in my flat.

Speaking of good (or maybe evil) this is todays treat in the advent calendar. As my Star wars advent calendar blogger i read wrote ‘I’m ecstatic about Day 10’s Stormtrooper and I’m sure Star Wars fans will feel the same way when they open up today’s window. Now that we have a “bad guy” minifigure to terrorise the Jawa and Ewok, the playability factor of this set has skyrocketed!’

Yeah, playability is off the charts and youll find me chasing ewoks all day.

He is even a very angry clone under the helmet. Points for awesomeness.

Star wars party brilliance

Went to a Star Wars party yesterday. Yeah you heard me. It was open bar and free chilli butter popcorn. Dream tuesday.

I dressed up in my finery and met Jason (fellow best nerd friend) and headed to the best kung fu bar in the city – Pimp Shuei (to be honsest, its an amazing bar in many capacities, not only for kung fu loving people. I mean, they are throwing a SW party. I might have my bday party there. Anti Valentines)

Sipheng and Chuck, who owns the bar, danced, talked and mixed delicious drinks and with it being open bar I might have had a few. Or maybe more than a few.

Engaging in a casual light sabre fight. I mean yes. Double yes. One of those moments of awesomness.

We also had chilli popcorn and drank Kraken (J, not me. I drank swedish stuff like GT)

Jason then won a fucking bottle of JAGERMEISTER in the raffle. And left with the bottle without even one little jasilia. Bastard (I guess i have to forgive him since he gave me chocolate from Bruge but anyway)

The guys wielding their light sabre amazingness.

Jason left half way through the night and left me to fend for myself. Easily done since at that bar was an amazing collection of the best nerds ever. I met a guy called Dan who walked around with a set of forks in his pocket just to be able to give them to people and say ‘let the fork be with you’

I might have to marry him.

He also read ALL the same nerdy fantasy books as me. All of them. We had a couple of moments when we had to hug it out with tears in our eyes because just too awesome. God, I LOVE nerds.

Modern dating – i miss the days of wham bam thank you mam

Lollo and me were discussing the tinder thing yesterday. Or rather the ‘how do you meet guys in the modern days’ thing. As Lollo wrote ‘now ive been here for a week and i still havent got a boyfriend’. I hear her, I want someone to magic me a perfect guy in time for Christmas. All the guys im meeting are fleeing the country. Bye, bye little boys.

Anyway. tinder is not really a place to meet someone as I see it. At least not for me. I end up writing weird things because most of the guys really frustrate me. Or they are boring. I dont even really see it as attention because they’ve based the reason they want to talk to me on 5 pictures. They know nothing about me.

Maybe i should add a description. Something like:

I like books. And dancing. All nigt. Until i get thrown out of the club. I also like very nerdy things like Star Wars and I read the GoT books when they were still just books and Jon Snow was not a hunky, really short bearded guy. Sometimes i spend entire days on the sofa eating cold baked beans and watching japanese anime.

I eat a lot of candy.. Im also VERY messy. I dont like being hung over but i spend about 30% of my life being just that. Because I cant say no. I also get hangry and scream in frustration at everyone that comes my way. 

I want babies, preferrable yesterday. 

I mean, that me right but i dont think anyone would want to talk to me then 😦

Good thing I’m fucking queen and an independent woman. Except for when it comes to practical shit. Then Im pretty useless. I also need cuddles. And someone to stroke my hair when im hanging. And up until 2 days ago someone to tie my hair. But except for that – independent!

My latest friend. Hello little guy. Who needs a guy when you have a SW calendar to make you smile. *fist pumping*