From Pop stars to Phish dumplings...


Headed to pop stars on Friday night fueled with after work martinis... danced and danced and then ventured home on the oh so handy N73.

Saturday morning I was six shades of green and Hazel trotted off to work while Jo jingled around the flat getting ready to go boxing with Matt... oh yea, I'm supposed to go too. Martinis- thy name is evil. So I drag my ass out of bed and prepare to head down to Canary Wharf to the boxing club... 2h later my hang over is gone and I'm on a post work out high. It was good fun. The following two days of pain that I've been going through, are however- another story.

Saturday afternoon post boxing picked up a cheapie TV to go with my new DVD player that lovely miss Hazel bought me for my b'day. Rented some films and collapsed in bed. Sleep is so so wonderful!

Sunday we headed down to the south bank to the national theatre to meet the most lovely Esmerelda. It was South Pacific day and the place was throbbing with yuppie children. We ate some sugar cane... drank a latte and then nosed around the book market... oh yea... and Esmerelda ate fish dumplings while Hazel ate an entire fried fish of sorts... head and all! I ran away yelping in fear of what they were eating while nibbling my veggie frittata. We ended up at the retro bar where miss Jo J o my most fabulous flat mate, made a rare appearance... she didn't show up until 7pm so she missed the ever so stimulating game of operation that we played with some Hebrew speaking guy with whom we shared a table. I love the retro bar! All they need is tidily winks and their board game collection will be complete!

The scratchy throat caught up with me with morning and I wrestled with the idea of calling in sick. I braved it and stumbled in to work at around 10am. *sigh* only 3 more days of work and 4 more sleeps till Sean arrives!

Oh yes, and Hazel's B'day trip is now booked. We are heading to Verona on the 11th instead of Prague or St. Petersburg. It will be so nice to have a break!