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This weekend has been manic to say the least. Ben, one of Kyle's friends came down for the weekend to celebrate his birthday and brought a couple of his friends as well. Suddenly, our wee one bedroom flat had seven occupants, and thats not including Molly and Genghis.
Plenty of laughs, more dancing and even more attempts to swindle our geng of seven into places for free. The kind of weekend you put off because the thought of trekking around and staying up into the wee hours of the morning doesn't exactly make you want to tear away from X-Factor on a Saturday night- as you can see, party animal I am not. Although when it comes around and you go through it you remember why its so much fun and the stress of work melts away save for a few hours.
However, the weekend did not end on as happy a note I would have hoped. So this was the plan on Saturday night (after having gone out Friday night as well):
9/10pm: Go into Camden and see whats going on, go to a few places then end up dancing the night away.
230am: Kyle to go home to get ready to catch Stansted Express.
330am: Kyle to catch bus to Liverpool Street
430am: Kyle to meet coursemates to catch train to get to airport which leaves at 455am
600am: Arrives at Stanstead to check into Ryanair flight to Florence.
The last bit is pretty straightforward as getting transport to the airport is usually fairly easy. The fact that he had only just gotten the email from University confirming the trip and the uncertainty of accomodation is another story altogether. Besides, it was the partying all night to make sure you get home by 230 business thats a little tricky.
It was just gone 2am and we had finally managed to round our group to leave and start the trek home through the streets of Camden on a Saturday night. If you are unfamiliar with the area, its usually filled with hooded lads trying to sell you oregano and lettuce and drunken goths spilling out of the devonshire arms or electric ballroom to the bright beacons that we know as kebab shops. Unsavory to most, full of character to the rest. As an optimist, I prefer to see it in the latter light.
Having obtained a packet of soggy, salty, vinegar saturated chips to keep him going until he reaches Italy, Kyle and I walked slightly ahead of the group who were dancing their way home. Laughing to ourselves as we walked on home, talking about the night just had and the fight that almost broke out in the kebab shop over chicken or lamb, we passed the bus stop in front of Sainsbury's.
The bus stop is unanimous with petty crime and Drunken Disorderly Behaviour. Only last week we were stood in front waiting for the bus while some girl tried to walk past, only to slip and crack her skull on the lamp post. Last night, as we walked past, some kid saw us coming and ran up to Kyle going 'Chips! Chips!' 'Man gimme some chips!' then proceeded to dance around him. I thought nothing of it at the time as the over-friendly drunken stranger is not an uncommon sight on a saturday night. Two seconds later, he realised that his phone was gone.
Running late already I tried to get Kyle not to go back to the bus stop and get his phone back, and with other males in the group suitably intoxicated, it wasn't a good idea to go up to anyone accusing them of having stolen his phone. So we rushed on home as the girls and I tried to cancel his phoneline. Unsuccessful, I waited until we had reached home and filed a report with the police and called the phone company.
Stressed and on the verge of tears, knowing that I wouldn't be able to contact him for days while he's in another country, I was left shaken. A 'see you in a few days, love' I wasn't expecting. Luckily, our guests were sympathetic to my stessy-ness and tried to help. Patricia, Liz, Nando, Simon and Ben - thank you!.
Looks like its going to be a long week ahead. xxw
p.s Since Kyle's taken the camera with him, photos posts are suspended momentarily.
Plenty of laughs, more dancing and even more attempts to swindle our geng of seven into places for free. The kind of weekend you put off because the thought of trekking around and staying up into the wee hours of the morning doesn't exactly make you want to tear away from X-Factor on a Saturday night- as you can see, party animal I am not. Although when it comes around and you go through it you remember why its so much fun and the stress of work melts away save for a few hours.
However, the weekend did not end on as happy a note I would have hoped. So this was the plan on Saturday night (after having gone out Friday night as well):
9/10pm: Go into Camden and see whats going on, go to a few places then end up dancing the night away.
230am: Kyle to go home to get ready to catch Stansted Express.
330am: Kyle to catch bus to Liverpool Street
430am: Kyle to meet coursemates to catch train to get to airport which leaves at 455am
600am: Arrives at Stanstead to check into Ryanair flight to Florence.
The last bit is pretty straightforward as getting transport to the airport is usually fairly easy. The fact that he had only just gotten the email from University confirming the trip and the uncertainty of accomodation is another story altogether. Besides, it was the partying all night to make sure you get home by 230 business thats a little tricky.
It was just gone 2am and we had finally managed to round our group to leave and start the trek home through the streets of Camden on a Saturday night. If you are unfamiliar with the area, its usually filled with hooded lads trying to sell you oregano and lettuce and drunken goths spilling out of the devonshire arms or electric ballroom to the bright beacons that we know as kebab shops. Unsavory to most, full of character to the rest. As an optimist, I prefer to see it in the latter light.
Having obtained a packet of soggy, salty, vinegar saturated chips to keep him going until he reaches Italy, Kyle and I walked slightly ahead of the group who were dancing their way home. Laughing to ourselves as we walked on home, talking about the night just had and the fight that almost broke out in the kebab shop over chicken or lamb, we passed the bus stop in front of Sainsbury's.
The bus stop is unanimous with petty crime and Drunken Disorderly Behaviour. Only last week we were stood in front waiting for the bus while some girl tried to walk past, only to slip and crack her skull on the lamp post. Last night, as we walked past, some kid saw us coming and ran up to Kyle going 'Chips! Chips!' 'Man gimme some chips!' then proceeded to dance around him. I thought nothing of it at the time as the over-friendly drunken stranger is not an uncommon sight on a saturday night. Two seconds later, he realised that his phone was gone.
Running late already I tried to get Kyle not to go back to the bus stop and get his phone back, and with other males in the group suitably intoxicated, it wasn't a good idea to go up to anyone accusing them of having stolen his phone. So we rushed on home as the girls and I tried to cancel his phoneline. Unsuccessful, I waited until we had reached home and filed a report with the police and called the phone company.
Stressed and on the verge of tears, knowing that I wouldn't be able to contact him for days while he's in another country, I was left shaken. A 'see you in a few days, love' I wasn't expecting. Luckily, our guests were sympathetic to my stessy-ness and tried to help. Patricia, Liz, Nando, Simon and Ben - thank you!.
Looks like its going to be a long week ahead. xxw
p.s Since Kyle's taken the camera with him, photos posts are suspended momentarily.
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