jenepel

Look at me, writing about the weekend on a Sunday night - it's all very exciting. Oh, and I suppose also giving an update on the flat situation, which isn't so much resolved as stale-mated, but hopefully heading in the right direction. Shahid and I between us seem to have talked the landlord off the ledge, and we're signing ANOTHER new contract (with Katie on it) that will only be until the beginning of June, as previously planned. Plus, no more mention was made of boilers or cookers, and both seem to now be working fine, thus I think that's best left alone.

So.

Friday night was planned as of Wed, when

basilm was already telling me that I should get drunk to forget my problems and I was all "I have to WORK tomorrow" and such. So it got shifted to Friday, so that we might seem at least a LITTLE responsible. Or something. But um, I haven't been drunk since my birthday, and that was seven weeks ago, so that's okay, right? Right? Riiiiiiight? I certainly hope so.

I also had my hair appt on Friday after work, and I think it turned out really well. The girl was really great and talked ideas, which I always appreciate since I am nothing if not indecisive. She also agreed to cut my fringe/bangs heavier and farther back, which the last girl was really reluctant to do because she was sure I would regret. I'm like 1) it's just hair! and 2) what is the point of jumping on the trend bandwagon with a fringe if it's not the RIGHT sort of fringe? So she also cut off A LOT of the rest of it, making it all crazy sorts of layers and such. I like it. It's very swishy and trendy and kind of London-y feeling to me. Which is perfect for my upcoming trip to Chicago. I'll be all "HAH! I live in London and am COOL! I don't need to be dating!" Or something. Well, I suppose it's that whole thing where if you feel like you look good then it brings you new self confidence or whatever. Which will be needed as there are people going to be at this wedding that I haven't seen in five years. Or some even longer.

Moving on.

After the two hour haircut (tea! magazines! protein treatment! whatever!) Rach met me at my place and we did a quick dinner and pre-drink. Then we headed to Angel with the possible idea of going to Camden later on (never happened). After we had been there for about an hour,

iamseb came out too, which was awesome of him. Much drunken fun was had, and amazingly it was all cocktails and shots! Not a beer or glass of wine did I have. Lovely. (home: 2 margaritas, out: 2 mohitos, 1 tequila shot, 2 margaritas) And then we went home and collapsed, Rach staying at my place. That was around 3 or 4AM. I was then rudely awakened at 6AM. Katie (new flattie) was knocking on my door. Evidently Rach was stuck in the hallway and banging on the door. Katie didn't know her, so she came down to get me. I let her in, we went back to bed. It was so weird! We never figured out why Rach went out there or anything (she couldn't remember). V strange.

Sunday we were up by 1 (oh, sweet accomplishment) and Rach went home. Katie and I went to lunch on SN Church street, which was adorable. There are all these cute little shops and cafes and bars. So we went to a tea shop and ended up staying for like two hours, having quiche and cakes and two pots of tea. Then we kind of wandered back slowly. I got a few things done (cleaned the kitchen, started on my room) before Rach called and convinced me to come to theirs for a movie night. So she and Jessie and I watched Arrested Development, Pride and Prejudice, Love Actually and the new episode of Dr Who. (Yay for DW starting again!) Nice and relaxing.

And today? Packing, room cleaning, general sorting, and talking to my bro on Skype to plan trip stuff and talk taxes. (Chicago in 3 DAYS - WHOO HOO!!!)

Nice weekend overall. Makes up for the complete and utter crapiness of the week that just passed. Here's hoping the two days of work I have this week are VERY productive, so I don't feel too bad about going away and leaving my boss in the lurch less than a week before the (2nd) biggest tax deadline of the year! Ah, sweet guilt. But I'm going anyways.

p.s. New icon! Drinking!Jenny from Gossip Girl. So pretty.

p.p.s.

basilm wrote HG (HP) fic! Read it HERE.