warmlove's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She was there for me in my incarceration/ I wanna show the nation my appreciation
Last night I was out and had the BEST TWO HOURS EVER!! An incredibly compact, perfect evening out with DRUNK Camise!! Yes, drunk CAMISE! Or rather amazingly tipsy and energetic Camise! She arranged some birthday drinks with her work people the art department of the film she's on) and invited me out also. There was this co-worker of hers that I apparently HAD TO meet because he seemed like my 'type' and was according to her 'hot'. She showed me pictures of him and she apparently described, in intimate detail, to him, how lovely/amazing/wonderful I was..He responded with 'Camise, so is she ugly then?' (haha) and she insisted no and showed him an admittedly misleading photo of me (lots of flash and good make-up) which he allegedly found to be non-ugly. So she said there were in Cafe Kick..so when I finished work I headed over to the cafe kick in Shoreditch..there's only one right? Wrong. I walk in, unfortunately in my black yuppie suit and all the Harrods pearl and hooker-red lips looking like a proper Trout/protruding thumb person. I search everywhere for them, finding noone, I tried phoning her but no answer so I sat outside for 20 minutes feeling scared and lonely (hehe). She called me and we slowly realised that we were at two completely separate cafe kicks in London town. Balls. So I got a taxi. Now getting taxis across London alone at a time when tubes and buses are still running is against ALL my beliefs as a non-millionaire but it wasn't that pricey. I get there and run up and leap on Camise who is proper tipsy..this is the girl who doesn't drink! She tipsily introduced me to everyone, including her boy in the pictures who reminded me of a blonde Henry..which is funny! He was attractive though. Serious but not at all really. Her work people were lovley and after they got me a drink everyone started some kind of fake-Kung Fu warm-up exercise (much more funny if you're pissed..I wasn't but I did laugh lots..especially when their 50 year old boss kept trying to do yoga and would start to get into a pose then calling out for somone's hand on his torso to stop him from falling over) this then evolved into yoga / me trying to keep up in my suit and doing a bridge in the middle of the street, nearly breaking my back like an old Dad trying to keep up (Ugh, remind me never to go out in my Harrods suit ever again..sooo uncomfortable). People started plotting their routes home and Camise, her lovely Boss (he was asking about Casting Directors that he knew that I had to meet/be acquainted with) and Camise's photo boy insisted that they'd walk me to my night bus. Photo boy took charge with his I Phone which resulted in us walking the wrong way towards Chancery Lane. Camise imposed a strict 'holding hands' policy on the four of us, so there she was merrily skipping up the road hand-in-hand with her boss and photo boy grabbed my hand and we were marching very determinedly up the road, bit strange! Hahah. Stranger yet, us four walked past this run-down looking bar which was apparently a strip club. Loadsa oldish blokes were stood outside seemingly making bad jokes about strip clubs and brothels..Maybe they are the sex industry version of Court Jesters? Who knows? "Let's go in! Let's go in!" Camise screamed and she ran in, I followed and we swung open the doors into what was IN FACT a strip club..gyrating lady on stage looking very pleased with herself! We had a drink and the blokes had to put a pound in the jar that a pretty ("Can I just say that you are ABSOLUTELY beautiful" gushed Camise)stripper brought around. There was a bizarre moment when I was stood at the back of the crowd of men around the stage with photo boy and we both stood watching the stripper bend over, revealing her shiny piercing, very thorough 'Braziliian' and erm, 'winked' at us. Charming..I was trying to cover any awkwardness by remarking about the level of self-confidence this girl needed to have to perform so comfortably like that. Photo boy was silent for a few seconds, gazing at Stripper's 'above-the-shoulder' region and he went, with a lot of suprise in his voice "She's..she's actually very pretty"..That was my cue to go back to the bar..he followed... We got kicked out the strip club..because it was closing-time so we mooched back out onto the street and headed back on our way to my bus stop. Had a nice little chat with the boy. Got on my bus. Was a really fun evening despite me being dressed as an Investment Banker/High-end escort... 1:09 a.m. - 2010-07-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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