|Breakfast at tiffanies and wasted teatimes
||[May. 29th, 2005|03:49 pm]
|||||Swell Maps ~ Another Song||]|
this seems so much easier not that i have to fill up all the time i've been kept in for revision. perhaps time is just going faster now i'm nearly finished with bedlam (pimlico).
i have a double hangover so how on earth am i supposed to do any work? no no no, much better to watch breakfast at tiffanies in bed with chocolate and besides, i'll say i'm a great believer in fate.
friday night was fantastic, though missing all the usual ingredients it came out the oven fine if that makes sense. i spent a lot of the day making a dress (deary me, have i really wasted three days completely?)from that old, pound, size 18 nightie from beyond retro with the exact intention of what i accomplished in the end. might have been the first time! it's empire line and babydollish now and i wore it with my ridiculously high wedges (making my legs 37 inches!). it was perfect for the heat but my hair wasnt and of course silly me sat around for an hour daydreaming and didn't notice so didn't have time to wash it.
drinkin was the way i like it, steady and surely and by the end i was 20 quid trashed. yes somehow i spent 20 sterling and now i am very seriously and very gravely broke. (therefore i am flogging my matthew williamson coke bottles on ebay) the night was good as i was very pissed but i don't know how i managed to have such a good time when i got home (or phebes house as everyone else calls it) as early as 3! quel bafflement! AND i also stopped dancing pretty early in the night (11ish?) because of my ridiculous shoes and my ridiculous state. this of course just meant more drinking and by the time we went home i was probably too drunk to dance even if i wanted to. i'd taken my flip flops in my bag as one-who-is-wearing-4.5-inches-of-heel does but had forgotten the state they were in and how much they wrecked my feet. this and the alcohol and wedges meant that the next mornin i found i couldn't walk. i got the bus and shuffled to drama, came home and wasted the day.
Thats until i'd finished watching strictly dance fever (or whatever its called) and managed to sort drag myself out in a very halfhearted outfit i must say. in fact i was still in agony and not entirely un-half-hearted about the whole nocturnal affair.
but the bus cheered me up!
the bus was brilliant, even after having to wait with only one cigarette for ten minutes! first off, i get on and i swear to yves sant it was the 2005 punk convention. had a nice chat with one of the older ones, the 20ish ones were all quite without charm. then after they got off an old man sat next to me, 76 and he was going to salsa on charing cross rd! bit of a miserable git but was telling me bout lots of things!
anyway turn up half hearted and skint (how i'd remain throughout as joel crisp was ill so wasn't there to gimme 7 quid) and had a lot of hassle and stress so when finally got into the actual gig was much less than half-hearted. maybe a quarter? but thee unstrung were blindin, i've never seen em sober but swear they've improved! maeve says im just coverin up the fact i didn't like em only based on contrary mary. who knows whatever whatever and the rain i started to dance and enjoyed it.
afterwards tho i was drinkless, pennyless and pretty much enthusiasmless. had some nice chatting with aislinn but then she went and everyone else was drunk except for me and i thought it was hopeless until... JENNY FOUND WHERE THEY WERE KEEPING CANS OF BEER. such excitement!! too much excitement, maeve also paid me some money she owed me so it was double vodkas and lemonade necked in under 30 seconds (a DOUBLE vodka, gimme some slack!) and then downing the lovely warm cans of beer (yum) that were never-ending, seriously seriously never ending. all of this in less than half an hour. equals very very drunk grace. in fact im not too sure what happened after except for dancing and stumbling home. literally me and maeve trying to help each other keep in a straight line. and i was sick in my handbag (could i have that in smaller font?) because i didnt wanna be sick all over the bus and didnt want me mates to have to get off. very embaressing. to be expected of course, quick drinkin aint my thing and 5 (? mas o menos) beers and double vodka and lemonades in under half an hour aint half quick. (or half hearted anymore).
so yes have a completely mind-numbing hangover and am getting a spot! terrible, non? also am going to newcastle and i havent actually got a clue about anything or anywhere or why i'm even going. too late now.