warmlove's Diaryland Diary

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Shhhh!! It's Christmas!

*Baby please don't go/Down to New Orleans/You know I love you so*

Work Christmas Party last night!!! Big, fat, Brazilian meat slicin'FUN!! I organised it..complete with Pass The Awesome PArcel (the big prize in the middle was a touching, framed photo of me! and other special lil trinkets!) The Secret Santa Game..(which resulted in much controversy and lead to a spiraling turn of events and then to one person quitting Oasis!! No Joke!Ridiculous..though I take no
responsibility)
After the meal (where..impressively 1 enough 12 people out of the 16 who work in the shop came!!! Incredible, compared to last year when only 6 people turned up for dodgy Surrey Quays bowing! Yummy all-you-can-eat Brazilian BBQ and buffet and much Christmas merriment!

Me and Hayley went out after the meal..the only ones! Everyone else had the excuses or other places to be etc..No energy for the ole partying these young, smooth-faced people.
We pitched up in Covent Garden to go to The Gardening Club but it had been shut down..so being lazy and fucking freezing we jumped our, apparently 'bloody heavy when your chauffeur peddling is uphill through SoHo'..into a Rickshaw thing, headed to the skanky dive..Metro (Indie highjinx and warm Red Stripe always guaranteed) but that had shut down too. So, we went to Punk..former hangout of that poor druggie-D-Lister Peaches Geldof...so I was intrigued to see if it was full of TV presenters rolling around in cocaine pits and champagne rivers. The guys in a group in front of us weren't let in but with Hayley (model tall, blonde, pretty) in the front we got in even though we weren't on the guestlist..though I reckon the guestlist was pretty fictitous anyway...
So funny when your out with Hayley though, (corny as it sounds) because she's so striking people stare, like she's famous or something. It's not that I feel ugly in comparision, not having men come upto me and go: "You do know that your the fittest girl in here, don't you?" Then walk off..hahah..I'm fine with that...though were both single most of the time so clearly being the fittest girl in a room don't mean much when it comes to snagging men long-term!
Maybe its central London..men seem more cringeworthyand forward...though with no follow-through..
We met these young (22..shudder..thats young now!) blokes, who we danced with for a while and they seemed normal...they were a laugh..then we left and they said that they were members of Stringfellows! And I think I invited me and Hayley along with them. So we hailed (New Dehli-style) a Rickshaw and whipped up the road to (as one of the guys said : 'Erm, take us to near Stringfellow's please.' Driver: 'STRINGFELLOWS. OKAY.
Guy: NO! Just, erm, NEAR Stringfellows!'
Hahah..
We get in...no que..just ushered in to a big table with throwns! Nekkid..well..boobs out, pvc...girls pole dancing, but most of them looking bored slumped around tables, moaning to their clients that they couldn't wait to go home!
Just sat around, chatting to 'borderline normal' blokes..well, the 2 guys we were with were the most 'normal' to be honest..
THEN they took u to the 24 hr Casino round the corner and, no lie...pulled out a bunch of �50's and played on some roulette tables..I proved very unlucky for my guy..he (jokingly!?) was getting angry at me and we had some ridiculous (1 sided on my side, really) debate about war (?!It felt like a very crappy version of Vegas, though it's pretty nice in their and like Stringfellows it wasn't intimidating at all ...A very odd night..capped off by the guys giving us taxi money because we had none on us...So strange, and they weren't even trying to pull us or anything untowards...just generous Old-money boys..or Drug dealers....Ah London, what adventures you throw me into. Oh, and the day before, I got home from work, put my comfy baggies on..leaving my make-up and bright lipstick on and hair flower I was wearing to work ..I settle down to slob out and I hear a knock at the door....And who is it? The guy with girlfriend from aforementioned 'Bad Karma' inducing event on by Birthday night!!!! And I'm in my jim-jams (though still looking nice cos if the ole cute 40's make-up thing)But he's with Matt to pick up Steve cos they were all going down the pub. Gulp. We just hugged like normal but I didn't talk to him..when he was left in the room with me I just stayed hunched over the computer, ignoring his presence like a Big, ole
wrinkly Nellie in the room, never to be mentioned!They didn't invite me to the pub though which was a little rude/strange..though, erm, I was busy anyway! ) (IT'S WEIRD THAT WE WERE KISSING AND YOU WERE STRADDLING ME A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO!) Would ,erm, have been acknowledging said Elephant! I need to stop going on about it..boring byegones.

5:47 p.m. - 2009-12-12

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