I had to get my end of week out my system. Wednesday evening, first experience of the Brixton gym. Terrible. I can not even tell you about it out of pure annoyance, but legs bums and tums it was not!! Outfits planned for my outing to the Indesit launderette PR party in Brick lane on Thursday after work and assuming a hangover rush to work Friday morning, outfit 2, to travel home looking slightly good, as new boy will pick me up from the station.
...So Thursday, my black, too expensive for something that is put in my hair every now and again, American Apparel bow, that was safely placed in my bag to be accessorized for my evening out later, decided to somehow jump out the closed pocket and run and away. Down one bow and when you have very little to last you till pay day, yes this does turn me into a little girl who is throwing her toys out the pram. Onwards and upwards though, I will be drinking free cocktails with a fantastic Pr friend and the world will not end if I am bow-less. Off Brick lane at the Dray Walk Gallery, an array of colour, washing machines, press and celebs filled a retro room. Catching up over very free flowing pink coloured cocktails, that going by my head on this Friday morning were stronger than they tasted, we got on to the important stuff right away, love lives.
Fantastic Pr friend had called it quits on a 10 year relationship and was breaking into singledom with a fashion week fling that had developed into two official dates. We drunkenly discussed restraining from any bedroom activity so soon after the ex (note this) and my recent trip away with a boy I met only 2 months ago. We danced with Paloma Faith very nearby, looking much cooler of course than us, visited the posh portacabin loos far too many times and chatted with well-dressed pretty people.
Fast-forward to waking up this Friday morning. I remember the MacDonald’s with guilt I grabbed on my way home and discover I lost my pink rose ring (second loss, what is wrong with me?). Fantastic Pr friend on the other hand, swapped my fast food option for a stop off on the way home to fashion week (now extended) fling's house, only to sleep with him after removing her don’t let you breathe Spanx, which must be added, were crotchless. Worse still she is now at work with worry having left them on his bedroom floor. Sexy reminder. Crotchless Spanx, huge oxymoron! I can’t believe they even exist!
I am happy to report she feels just as hungover as me going by the hoola-hoop image she sent me of her breakfast. We agree all in all the delayed catch up was more than worth it, but thank God it’s Friday!
