Drinking our way through Soho

Since I’m not really ready to let go of that last bit of summer yet I met with george and some other people for drinks last night.

I’m getting ready for fall, buying kicking leaves shoes and knitted jumpers, but first a couple of more nights of careless dancing. 
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We started with dinner at bone daddies. Brothy, tasty ramen. They know what they do when they give you a bib. The goodness go everywhere. 
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Then we met with Liam and Mandy at swift. We were a dream in matchy colours. Maroon 4. 
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Then our tour of Sohos best bars took us to the Vault. I love that place since you have to go through a bookshelf to get down to it. My kind of rabbit hole. 
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Next stop was Boston 68. Where we got some weird shots followed by champagne (only the best when you are out with bartenders). Mine was followed by cider. Because less fancy and more of an English mess. 
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The shot delivery man. A happier sight when you are not working the day after. But, still pretty balling.
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Then we went to see this hot piece of Australian – mike, at Reverend JW Simpson. 
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He made me a drink of everything good in life. It tasted like sunshine and crayfish. It was a testament to my maturity that I only had one.
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And because my man only treats me to the very best he took me to Burger King for nightfood. 
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I lucked out and got 3!! patties in my burger. Winning. 
Then we stumbled home through a late night London hand in hand talking about how lucky we are to have found one another. Yes, cheese galore. 
And that is how you can spend a Wednesday in London. Not too bad if you ask me. 

A hello from Sydney

I received a lovely message from Sydney (hi Gina). The gift I made as I thank you for our time there finally arrived. 

Only 6 months late :). 
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A book of photos from our trip to Sydney. I know how much mum and dad always appreciates the photo books I make them.
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They don’t make these kind of awesome faces though. Dad, you guys have to up your game. 
It’s hard having people you love in so many different countries. But also a blessing. It’s never something bad having too much love. 
Speaking of love. George and me are meeting friends tonight going for a drink. Coming back to London reminds me how happy my life is here. 
Luxury. 

Being parisienne

Back home in London. Must admit im dreaming of a quieter autumn life now with candles, blankets and tea. Yes, totally buying into the idea. I love fall. And it means Christmas is just around the corner. And we all know how I feel about Christmas (grinning like an idiot 

and contemplating how many gifts I can bring this year). 
France was lovely though and we had an amazing time at Jeans place. I took pretty much all my pictures on the camera so it will have to wait. 
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This is us arriving 
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Mid party (yes, I brought all the glowsticks) 
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And leaving saying goodbye to the castle.
It was as fun and crazy as last year and Jean’s parents hosted us for 3 days. Heroes. We stayed up late, slept most of the day and spent hours by the bonfire trying to find songs all us different nationalities could sing. 
On the way back to Paris the car broke down 
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We were stuck in the middle of the countryside. 
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George and I stayed away from the french instructions, trust me, that was for the best. George is becoming a massive potter fan and can’t stop reading stranded in french countryside or not. 
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Eventually we got taken to a station hoping a train would pass by. 
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Taking some sexy child pose photos while we wait. 
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Eventually the train came and took us back to Paris. Celebrating that with McDonald in this Mecca of food. Don’t say george don’t treat me.
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We schlepped our asses over the jeans grandmas flat in central Paris and strolled the streets for a bit just enjoying the street life. On nights like those I don’t actually hate Paris :). 
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Paris is the perfect size for Bulgarian mountain men. 
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On Monday morning we made sure to not miss out on this years most important happening – GoT season finale. Being Paris don’t stop the world from happening.
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Once done we left the house, checked out George’s favourite building 
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Found a book tree (I want one!!!) 
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And read some more Harry Potter. Because you know, massive fan. 
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Paris gave us a sweltering hot, lovely summer day and I got to eat all the ice cream I wanted. That’s the dream guys.
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We met up with jean and Natalia and walked some more. Jean being an excellent guide taking us to our goal. 
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Dinner at our new friend Louis place. I had ceviche for starter and steak for dinner. Might have been in food heaven. 
After all the food, and the most sweaty asses in the world (who puts leather seats on chairs in 30 degree heat?) we rolled home to get some sleep before early train back to London. 
And that is the last of the bank holiday weekends before Christmas. But first, all the candles and blankets and nights on the sofa. 

Paris times. Again.

It’s raining in Paris today. Pouring down. No wonder since I bring rain wherever I go. But it’s warm and Friday so I don’t mind.

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This is the view from Jean’s family’s apartment in Paris. Lovely. We went for a drink last night and then I was sensible and went home because work today. 
But now, no more sensibility. Bring on debauchery and crazy times. 

See you in a couple of days

Taught my colleagues kubb yesterday. It was a roaring success. My team lost, of course. Tried to warn them I’m shit, not my fault if they don’t listen. 

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Love that everyone likes kubb, or skulls and bones that I tell them it’s called. The skulls and bones of our Viking enemies. 
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After playing we went for dinner at the polish place. Where I took no pictures. But met an awesome nerd girl who love all the same books as me. 
High five to nerd people. 
Off to Paris today. Most likely means no updates until Tuesday. Because we will be frolicking in the french countryside. 
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I’m sure it will be as much fun as last year. 

The end of the line

Going to France tomorrow. Sucking the last of this never ending summer. Need a couple of days of sun and warmth before I’m ready for fall. But, I might have bought a couple of new smelly candles to help me ease into winter. 

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Me on the sofa. Standard. I’ve started watching this awesome series called Good girls revolt and it’s about the women in a newsroom in the late 60s and their struggle for equal rights. 
I’m so glad I’m living in the 21st century.
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Kisses with mini man. Today I’m playing kubb with my colleagues and then we are going for dinner at the polish place. About as much action as I can handle. 

Team Sass

George and me have been working on our team name. Up until now we’ve been Team Gayjoy (said with a Swedish j) but for many reasons it’s not awesome. Mostly because Greyjoy. And because it’s somewhat weird.

So we decided to come up with a new one.
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I started with some more, but cooler, GoT references. And the cloud because let’s face it, we spend most of our time in bed.
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Following that theme – snoozy sausages are what we are most of the time.
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Then it became a bit weird. We have to stop with the evil team names.
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Team Ass? Not so sure about that one. 
But then. Eureka! Team Sass. Sexy, awesome, snoozy sausage. Pretty balling team name.