Hello everyone

Picked up my little grumpy, wet dog yesterday. He is off to the vet again today for another round of tests. They have no idea what is going on but he is clearly in pain every time he go off the metacam so something is still wrong. 

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W hated being photographed so unless I take a steady neck grip or have treats he will look away if I point a camera at him. Not sure that’s my dog…
We picked Paola up from hsmith and then made some culinary masterpiece with pasta, veggies and mascarpone. Delicious. Good thing having Italian cousin in town to help you cook. 
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Today heading up to east for dinner and drinks. At Found where else. And then bank holiday! 
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I laughed so hard at this. So true in this day and age. Whenever you meet someone’s new date you have to pretend you don’t know everything about them including their shoe size and grandmas maiden name. 
Happy weekend everyone. 

Feeling scandalous

A tiny bit tired today. But that’s ok when Paola comes to town for the first time in 20 years. Have to show London at its finest. 

So we did. Cause London is awesome.
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Took my my man under one arm and headed to Graphic bar (truth to be told he took me. That guy is just something else when it comes to knowing all the bars and bartenders) for a couple of drinks awaiting cousins arrival.
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I drank a garden. A delicious garden. 
George in his new job is responsible for soho, shoreditch and Notting hill. Best areas. And he loves it. Biggest grin ever. Guess that’s what happens when you get paid to go around chatting to people and having drinks. 
Sounds like a dream job. But honestly I would hate it. I need my ‘stare into the computer’ downtime once in a while. Good thing it’s my extroverted boyfriend that got his dream job. 
Anyway, after drinks we met Paola at Vietnamese restaurant kiln. Delicious. 
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And then we took her to disrepute for another drink. 
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The drinks have little stories and then you are supposed to chose a drink from that. I felt dangerous and scandalous last night so this was my drink. 
After two more we left Paola at the hotel and headed back home. Now the two of the them, man and cuz, are out having lunch. So jealous. 

Harry Potter here I come

I had no idea that yesterday would be so nerve wrecking as it ended up being. 

Don’t worry, nothing has happened. Well, not nothing but it’s a good thing. Or several good things. The gods are smiling my way. Sitting back and enjoying the ride. 
At 11 I signed up for buying tickets to the Harry Potter play. They were re releasing for spring 2018 and it looked like that little BM man I’ve unsuccessfully followed so many times. He depresses me. Because he never get to the finish line before it’s all over. 
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I had basically given up on my tickets and resigned to try again in 6 months.
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Until, like magic, I got 3 tickets. For me, George and Julia since it’s her bday and she is a potter fan like me. She just needs to book her calendar for July next year. Something to look forward to. 
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Like that wasn’t enough I found the ring George gave me and i thought I’d lost in the bottom of my bag. Winning!! 
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With all of this to celebrate me and Katta chilled on the sofa and ate bilar. Excellent way of celebrating anything. 
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And today I found a bottomless taco and bloody place around the corner from us. 
A couple of pretty spectacularly good things to happen. Tonight Paola touches down, we’ll meet her in soho for drinks. Alcohol might be even better than bilar for celebration. 

Professional chillers

I don’t think I can truly convey how happy I was to just sit on the sofa yesterday. I love being away, I love being out and about but i LOVE just sitting at home sometimes and charge my batteries. 

That’s what I did yesterday. George was working so me and mini snooz chilled.
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Sorry that my life isn’t more exciting than this. And I won’t be doing anything else tonight either. 
Watching season two of Love, read the mechanical by Ian tregillis and eat bilar. Life = pretty bad ass.
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Wearing new pink summer shoes today though. And tomorrow Paola comes to town. And it’s bank holiday this weekend. Lots of plans. But staying put in London. 

Amsterdam adventures

Back from a weekend in Amsterdam with my girls. I’ve realised I kind of love Amsterdam. It’s awesome. Minus the cyclists. I hate them. Feel like they were out to get me. Pretty sure they were, it’s a miracle I’m alive.

Anyway, murderous cyclists aside, an amazing trip.
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Started out by easy jet being late. No surprises there. In my experience it’s a 100% hit rate on that. 
But eventually we were off and I met Maggie on the airport and headed to our very hip hotel The Hoxton. They had empty old school tin cans in the room, that’s how hip they were.
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We went out for dinner. And talks. Mainly talking to be honest.
Then we let the preggo go home and F and me continued into tbe night. 
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Found a Dutch singalong place with an extensive shot list to drink our way through. Which we did. My mama didn’t raise no quitter.
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Bought kebab on the way home and F dropped most of it on the hotel floor. Sorry hotel. 
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In the morning breakfast delivery in bed. Around noon. Good start time. 
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Then we took some tourist pictures
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And went for more food.
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Before hitting the museum for some interesting and engaging exhibitions 
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Like laying in a room watching YouTube. That was nice. But we thought it better to go back to the hotel for a nap.
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So we did. And ate some crisps.
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Woke up at 9 and realised we needed dinner so went to the first place we could find. That turned out to be faaaancy. So we had some oysters and €15 drinks. See you never money.
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Sunday morning I packed all my bilar. Thank you magster. We headed out again. Good thing for me (and the people of Amsterdam) we gave up on the cycling part and just walked around town. 
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It was grey but pretty.
Had some food at the hotel and left for the airport 
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Easy jet was late again and I felt old. Finally crashed at home around 10.30.
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Thank you girls for an awesome weekend. And especially to the bitterballen for the state of my stomach today.

Entering a Parisienne dream

Went to 1899 Paris yesterday. It was an absinthe fuelled dream of burlesque, dancing, singing and glitter. Like living in a musical. Yes, that is a dream of mine. When everyone around you bursts into song. 

BloggerImageI got home from work and started getting my naked on. My trusted corset got whipped out again. This have danced in the desert and been to some crazy raves here in London. Never fails to make me feel sexy beautiful.
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Figuring out stockings. Realising my skirt is way too short for stay ups and suspenders. Way too short. 
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Went with fishnets instead. So you can see my ass looking a bit like a netted ham instead.
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Ready to rock and rumble. There is something about burlesque that makes you feel gorgeous.
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Good thing I had my cake since I still got some pretty leery comments on the way to the tube. Nothing like a little ass showing on rush hour tube. 
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Met up with the crew and entered the dream. 
After hours of living and breathing being a child of the revolution we left for shoreditch house.
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We took photos in the booth 
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And ate all the food. No dinner and absinthe dreams make you need nighttime mac and cheese.
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Ended with a set of photos for George before realising I missed him way to much do headed home.
Since he is the best he waited up for me so I could tell him all about my night. And show my outfit. Very much appreciated. 
Tonight was to be grandma night on the sofa but my boss just invited me to fancy dinner in town. Too tired for this…

Dressing up in my burlesque

I’m going to moulin rouge secret cinema tonight. Tried my outfit yesterday. Let’s just say that what feels kind of dressed at burning man is VERY naked in rush hour London. 

Lunch time need to pick up some fishnets and ruffle pants. Yes, my skirt is totally panty showing. 
Will be fun though. And on Friday Amsterdam so short week. 
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Yesterday was tired at work but then met George, robin, Steph and Phil for dinner at the polish place. They popped by after and I was fixing outfit while they drank GTs. No tuesday drinking for me though, it’s only April and there is a looooong boozy summer ahead. 
Now practicing the moulin rouge songs since there apparently be sing a long. Yes!