WHAT SUNDAY ALREADY?

Last night…
There was bowling of course, although I shamefully got there at the end of the game.
There were friends and amazing tunes.
There was the usual “mixtake” (= mixing + mistake): Red wine, beer, more beer, margaritas, more beer.
There was also a regular mistake, as before leaving Bloomsbury lanes, I was suddenly possessed by the girly devil, and “spat out” all over the guy I’m sort of seeing that I’m not the kind of girl who agrees with overly physical display of affection in public (snogging…etc) , but this doesn’t mean that I would not like the occasional hand in the back and kiss goodbye (on the cheek, why not). And also blah dee blablah. The usual rambling nonsense. I think I might have succeeded in driving him away. Oh boy.

And then, there was Absy’s leaving due. The upper floor of a pub in Dalston to ourselves. Smoking indoors felt a bit weird. And my shoes were killing me. But I enjoyed the crowd. Wish I could have stayed longer but had to leave due to the pain inflicted upon my feet by the bloody heels.

And in brief:
As expected, I was really disappointed with ‘Slumdog Millionaire’.
I though Greta Gerwig was impressive as Hanna in ‘Hannah takes the stairs’, although I painfully watched her kiss Paul (sorry Andrew Bujalski).

I can spend quite a long time wandering around this website.
And here’s my favourite find of the day:

LOOSING OR WINNING DON’T MATTER FOOL, DANCING DOES

Please take in consideration the consistency of the post as you start noticing the bowling alleys in the background. And you can also watch the full dance right here.
Oh and watch Buffalo ’66, if you haven’t seen it yet, in my humble opinion it’s worth it, but then again it’s only my humble opinion.

STRIKE!!

Today is the day. Today is payday my friend. And Friday on top of that my dear.
Friday at work is like boiling an egg. Easypeasy. (Whereas Monday would be something comparable to trying to perfectly poach 10 eggs at a time, really early in the morning with a hangover instead of a brain).
Oh boy, we still sweat from the nerve cells and give our fingers a good keyboard work out, but we’ve got the weekend in mind.

Friday is meant to lead you to Debauchery land, and when it also turns out to be payday, it rains beer, friendly drunken hugs, silly dance moves, random visits to the Peruvian restaurant at a late hour of the night and grazing cab fares as you’re feeling rich and unconscious.
Well, tonight I’ll be saying: ‘No’. It’ll be hard but I’ll wisely let out a ‘No thanks’ (slightly trying to convince myself right now).
I’ll buy nice groceries from Borough Market and will be heading home (after one, just the one drink) to indulge myself in good films and home cooked food.
I’ll be heading to the fancy health centre tomorrow: do a bit of swimming, fight with the machines, steam myself a bit and pretend that I’m suddenly feeling fit and healthy.

Now I sound like a lady. A reasonable lady, the sort who drinks take away lattes, wears red lipstick, dresses and high heels. Hang on… that’s who I am… Ooh Fancy.
I won’t fool the world though. I pretend to be restrained and sensible for one day, only to enjoy the messiest of nights on the Saturday.
2 Birthdays + Bowling = Double birthling.

‘Nobody messes with the Jesus.’

Aaannnd…