warmlove's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Twenty Second Birthday...I love the cocktail and talk complete sense always. #It's in the water baby/It's in your bag of golden brown# It's me 22nd Birthday! I've had a wicked wicked few days.... Went out Saturday in Covent Garden, Kenny actually got his Salisbury ass on a train and came up for drinkypoos, so did Sophie, Cordelia, Rob and Charlotte...Karen couldn't come, Heva was doing her Welsh work with the Welsh, Naomi was nuturing her offspring (who I saw for the first time today, lil' Ollie the most gorgeous little baby I've ever seen but I was so uncomfortable holding him incase to fell or something....Some London peeps came in for happy hour cocktails and much wine...Kirsty and lover and lovers brother and lovers brothers lover popped in for a little while, she told me she was up for makin' money of Porn Crewing if my potential contact worked out (hmmmmm, why must people always offer me Adult Films to work (non-acting wise) on??! Do love it though!! Saka (she's so sweet, bless 'er)came and Hayden (Boomy McBoomerson) came and later Zach Braff (Jack Runner) who Kenny hoped was of his persuasion after finding him, through conversation, to be very nice and funny....But theeeeee most embarrassing moment of this year (not bad kissing choices or personalised lap-as-pole dancing as Henry, actor from 'Love Bytes', in the summer assumed) was when, as I was hugging someone good-bye I caught two guys looking at me from the corner of my eye and I loudly asked: 'Who are those guys, do I know them, why are they looking at me??' and they (I discovered a minute later) were Tom and his mate Ran, both of whom I had met before and obviously text the day before asking if they wanted to come out...I bloody completely kinda blanked-didn't regonise them...ssoooooo embarrasing but I reckon I rescued my dignity throughout the evenin'...for it to then plummet down evening further via my loud drunken rambles on: 1) Girls Aloud being definately massive racists and the big conspiracy.. 2) How cool the Irish are, especially the random Co. Antrim Belfasters I chatted to at the bar, initially trying to impress them but horrible wrongly guessing that they were from County (bloody wrong country) Mayo... 3) Thinking that I could speak fluent French...and promising to definately go to Stringfellows on Friday (still am maybe...was invited by Tom, when I DID recognise who he was...ahem) 4 ) Fake porn film and... 5) Hanging to the left or the right dans Chinese Restaurant aswell as leaving someone a 4 minute voicemail of said Restaurants' menu. They hostel near London Bridge we stayed at was the best hostel I've ever ever been to...hot tub on the roof, lush view over the city, bar on the ground floor. An awesome start to 22...had Cord and Karen round for a lil' Chicken salad and b'day cake with the fam. My Dad took me out clothes and bag and accessory and shoe shopping in Southampton and bought me lotsa gorgeous stuff including (shut yer face Sophie) purple footless tights and red leg/arm warmers!! Actually another little birthday message made me smile and go awwwwwww, so sweet....why must the best ones ALL have girlfriends...I must find a single dude 'cos whats the point otherwise...I aint that person (yeh...I mean you Angie Jo...although exactly half Bradley P's fault of course...but they always blame us girls dont they....fucking Heat magazine!! Grrrrr) X 11:49 p.m. - 2006-11-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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