achtung, and babies
this is my life. not sure why.
off to germany tomorrow. hamburg to be precise. hopefully, lots of rest and walking.
i had a date last night. lovely bloke. maybe too lovely? i need a little edge. but you can't pre judge from just one meeting. he texted after, so i think we will go out again.
but, at 11:30, i get a text from a girl friend saying, at pangea, come meet me.
i go. because i am A. stupid, B. always up for a possible fun experience, C. love the thought of a possible adventure, D. have a drinking problem, or E. all of the above.
i go. actually, we only have a few drinks at the club. meet up with her Italian colleagues; strangely he brought a friend who was a plastic surgeon and used to work in Dallas; we had a proper laugh over Dallas stuff.
hang on. what am i doing? it is 2 am and i am in a club in mayfair.
3 am and we leave and go to Fulham to a 24 hour brunch place, which is heaving with sloanies. end up chatting to the tables to either side of us. there is an american venture capitalist to one side of us. i get his card because i want to network about my business idea. his friend begins flirting with me to anger his female companion. they seemed to have a Friends With Benefits relationship. Then he asked for my number to invite me to some massive dinner party. you just must come darling, its to die for. oh my, i would love to go to your stunning party. blah blah.
the guys to the other side of us, Oxford grads and 25 ish, invite us to have wine at their place. time: 4 am. we go.
to a gorgeous house, where we drink chablis and go to the roof terrace to watch the sun come up. my friend has passed out, but i know i have to go to work so, 6am, the host walks me to Kings road and helps me get a cab. switch digits, blah blah.
i just want to say i don't think this is normal; it is surreal. sometimes, tipsy on wine, i listen to all the talk going on around me, and i think, i can't believe that i am a part of this. 4 years ago, bored off my ass in dallas, without a social life, knowing that i could make it in a bigger pond. and now i have a economy class ticket to the london lifestyle, and get to witness so much regarding human relationships. just to watch the movement is fascinating. i think i am addicted to it, which is why i make the decisions i do, which in hindsight i can't decide whether i made the right decision.
off to germany tomorrow. hamburg to be precise. hopefully, lots of rest and walking.
i had a date last night. lovely bloke. maybe too lovely? i need a little edge. but you can't pre judge from just one meeting. he texted after, so i think we will go out again.
but, at 11:30, i get a text from a girl friend saying, at pangea, come meet me.
i go. because i am A. stupid, B. always up for a possible fun experience, C. love the thought of a possible adventure, D. have a drinking problem, or E. all of the above.
i go. actually, we only have a few drinks at the club. meet up with her Italian colleagues; strangely he brought a friend who was a plastic surgeon and used to work in Dallas; we had a proper laugh over Dallas stuff.
hang on. what am i doing? it is 2 am and i am in a club in mayfair.
3 am and we leave and go to Fulham to a 24 hour brunch place, which is heaving with sloanies. end up chatting to the tables to either side of us. there is an american venture capitalist to one side of us. i get his card because i want to network about my business idea. his friend begins flirting with me to anger his female companion. they seemed to have a Friends With Benefits relationship. Then he asked for my number to invite me to some massive dinner party. you just must come darling, its to die for. oh my, i would love to go to your stunning party. blah blah.
the guys to the other side of us, Oxford grads and 25 ish, invite us to have wine at their place. time: 4 am. we go.
to a gorgeous house, where we drink chablis and go to the roof terrace to watch the sun come up. my friend has passed out, but i know i have to go to work so, 6am, the host walks me to Kings road and helps me get a cab. switch digits, blah blah.
i just want to say i don't think this is normal; it is surreal. sometimes, tipsy on wine, i listen to all the talk going on around me, and i think, i can't believe that i am a part of this. 4 years ago, bored off my ass in dallas, without a social life, knowing that i could make it in a bigger pond. and now i have a economy class ticket to the london lifestyle, and get to witness so much regarding human relationships. just to watch the movement is fascinating. i think i am addicted to it, which is why i make the decisions i do, which in hindsight i can't decide whether i made the right decision.
posted by miss goLondon at 11:03 AM
6 Comments:
What a fascinating post. In fact, you described the fascination of jusy co-existing in this sometimes-strange city well. It may not be "normal" according to some people's definition of normal, but they're probably sat at home watching Coronation Street, or sitting silently next to their parners wondering what they ever did to deserve the prison sentence they feel like they're serving...
Life's too short to worry about such things, Holly. Go forth and enjoy - it works for me.
thanks, that's appreciated. i know i need to get down to the roots of my guilt paradigm. what's wrong with having fun and exploring life? some of it stems from being crap at work the next day, and feeling i am not a worthy worker bee. thanks for the guilt trip american work ethic!
Sounds like one of those perfectly random nights...sounds like it was a blast...
p.s...while you're in Hamburg, beware of tall, dark and charming finacial controller (also emotionally deviod German). Take it from me, he's not worth your time ;-)
Elle, if he is in Hamburg, then fate has taken care of him. don't worry. we had great food though, none of it german.
Ha ha...love it. Besides, schnitzel is fatty anyway.
uh, because VAncouver has loads of athletic men, is clean, beautiful, healthier, less crowded with a great standard of living?
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