Weekend

So I brought the laptop home this weekend in an attempt to get some serious writing done. It’s now 20h15 on Sunday night and I’ve just managed to fire her up. I spent the weekend on the go. Keeping busy is helping keep my mind off of money troubles and other far more pressing world issues….

Friday night after work I went to the pub with Dearbhla and Tim. We had a few drinks and chatted. We all agreed that the atmosphere in the studio was finally lightening up a bit and all agreed that a stereo would help give the environment just a little more soul. In the interim I’ll have to remember to bring my CD’s with me to work. I’m sure it will help improve my focus.

From the pub I ventured home and stopped in at the Wellington (Pub where my roommates work) and Jo’s sister had arrived. Jo finished up work and we went for noodles just down the road. After eating more than I could ever imagine we waddled home and watched some television. Nikki, Jo’s sister went up to bed and Jo and I stayed up watching some god-awful horror movie*bad movie theme to follow* chatted far too much and then called it a night. Woke up really late Saturday morning after indulging in some well-deserved rest.

I then walked into Islington for my appointment at the salon. We won’t even mention prices here but I figured with no money I could at least perk myself up a wee bit by changing my hair. My limited wardrobe is beginning to strain my unruly need to shop. It took nearly 3h but the nice hairdresser named Emily finally finished my haircut. It wasn’t a 3h haircut but it did take that long seeing as while my colour was developing she did another haircut that took and eternity! However, it was well worth the wait. I love my new do!

Saturday night I sat in with Nicky and had some drinks and chatted. Around 10pm we headed down to the pub to visit Jo. A young Turkish kebob shop worker soon joined us. Poor guy couldn’t speak but a few words of broken English. God love him for being so bold as to try. He was very polite and not at all imposing…. However it was rather uncomfortable for the both of us so feigning fatigue we decided to head back to the flat. Un noticed by us, he followed us out of the pub and down the street towards the flat. We were just about to leave the corner store right in front of the flat when Nikki’s phone rang. As she answered I noticed a 20£ note on the floor of the shop right at her foot. I scooped it up, thinking it was hers and followed her out of the shop. Once outside I saw the guy who was sitting with us at the pub. He was going into his flat… I exchanged a few words with him and then noticed that Drew was just over my shoulder speaking to Nikki. I went over to join them and discovered that he had been sent to check on us to see if the Turkish guy was giving us any trouble. Drew then walked us home making sure that the guy did not see where we lived. It was sweet of him to be so concerned but I still choose to believe that he was harmless. Once in the flat I remembered about the 20£ that I grabbed off the floor at the corner store. I took it out of my pocket and handed it to Nikki thinking it was hers. She then informed me that it wasn’t. Turns out that the 20£ was really 40£. I felt bad for the person who had lost it but it was literally money from heaven for me who had none! Nikki and I retired to the sitting room and watched the *bad movie* from the 80’s called Jumping Jack flash, with Whoopie Goldberg (Nuff said). I’m still quite ashamed of having watched it! LOL soon after, I retired to bed.

I woke up early this morning when Nikki was knocking on my door asking me if I wanted tea. Her dad was on his way to pick her up, so I got up to have breakfast with her before she left.

With Nikki gone, Jo and I decided to set off to the centre of town to go and have a fun day with the 40£ that I had found. We jumped on the #38 and headed towards Tottenham Court Road. We walked and walked and shopped and shopped… working with a limited budget, Jo found a red T-shirt with a moose on it at a vintage shop for 8£! We walked and walked and walked and walked and picked up a nice beige dress shirt for me and a black pinstripe one for Jo as well as a pink blouse for Hanna! We had lunch at Kathryn’s favourite sandwich shop in London, Prêt a Manger. Lickity split, and the 40£ was gone! It was nice to get a good day’s worth of exercise. By the time 17h came around we stopped off that the First Out pub for a drink.

Now I’m back at home and after having watched the first bit of news on NYC that I’ve seen in days. It really made me feel awful. Watching the television, I started to notice that Peal was unusually sedentary. As I type right now, I have a seeding fear that she’s on her last leg. It’s not much like goldfish to spend long periods of time without moving near the top of the bowl. I can’t handle any more death right now! Mind you, I have no idea how old she is, so it may very well be her time.

So here I sit, trying to absorb the last fleeting moments of the weekend. I miss a lot of my friends back in Canada but am thoroughly happen with my choice to move here. It’s kind of a hard moment in time to be in a place where everything and everyone is new to you… When you’re fearful of the state of the world, you can’t help but crave to be around your close friends and family, none of which I have here. But on the same note, I am very fortunate to have found such fun, kind and caring roommates and co-workers. I think I’m going to wrap this up for the night, as I seem to be in the works of a novella by the look of the word count of this blog.

Indeed, I am so very fortunate.