This week I continued my run of brilliant weekends with a weekend which could possibly be classed as fandabbiedozie! It was another Canterbury based weekend with a minor Brighton detour on Saturday just for laughs. Literally, we saw Michael McIntyre, and thus laughed. Quite a bit.
I have nothing to say about work last week except there was a break in and a stabbing outside and all the tenants are having a flap about it. God they're annoying! D and I just sit in reception slating them all day long. It's not nice, but it's necessary. So L.A.P.D. was here most of the week, keeping the streets on lock down! I have managed to perfect the art of looking busy. As long as you keep your fingers poised over the keyboard and a thoughtful expression plastered across your mush you can do pretty much whatever you want. Throw around some key phrases like "renew leases" and "tenancy agreement" and I'm laughing for about 3 hours. Any future potential employers please note I have an impressive work ethic.
So Friday I rushed home from work, dumped some stuff in a bag and headed down to Canterbury for L's birthday. Arrived at my old Canterbury house at around 8 and I was absolutely shattered so had a very brief disco nap then shower and got ready to go out. Chill was the club of choice and loads of familiar faces were there including R, D, C, A, A, M- the cool kids. Sometimes in clubs there is a photographer who takes pictures of you and your friends and then tries to sell you it even though you have a perfectly good camera in your bag. Mr Chill photographer chose an easy target in me, in my merry state he convinced me to purchase a keyring of our picture. I did manage to haggle with him though, but after all that I managed to forget to pick up my bargain keyring on the way out. Blunder. Never mind it was a good night and my feet didn't give up in my killer heels til 3, so that's progress!
Saturday I was awoken by idiot AJ who deemed it acceptable to phone me at 8.30. That went down about as well as a fart in a crowded lift. Couldn't get back to sleep so invited said idiot over to watch TV with me which was kinda nice, she redeemed herself. Had to wait about a million years for R, A and A to haul their arses out of bed but it was worth the wait because R made us that classic breakfast treat: Nachos. Yum. R and AJ then cracked out a surprise, they had bought me a lovely bracelet as a birthday and graduation present! I was pretty gobsmacked because I didn't see that coming and it hasn't left my wrist since!
We had planned to leave Canterbury for Brighton at 1 but that turned into leaving at 5 and going via McDonalds for nutritional purposes. Powered down to Brighton in R's batmobile and chugged some red bull to keep us going through the evening. Michael McIntyre was a great success but I think we all agreed the live at the Apollo show was funnier. Back in the batmobile, and we were back in Canterbury by about 1. It was then decided that this would be a good time to order fried chicken from a pizza delivery place. Possibly the most ill-advised decision ever made. Just a heads up: never get chicken from a non-chicken place. We are lucky to be alive, let's all take a moment to appreciate this........
Sunday started bright and early and I was very reluctant to get out of what could possibly be the 2nd most comfortable bed in the world, 2nd only to my perfect tardis of a bed. Anyway, I totally didn't want to get up at 7.30 on a Sunday but R threatened me with a machine gun! I jest, we had a lacrosse match so I had to get ready and that. Didn't take long, I look like a hideous sea creature in the morning and decided this might be a good offensive tactic so I left the face and hair as it was. Hot. I was wrong. Either the other team were oblivious to my morning face or the hour and a half blast up the motorway did wonders for my complexion and magically brushed my hair, but we lost regardless. At the end, the team we were playing didn't offer us the standard post game beverage, instead they brought over some boxes of biscuits. I thought this was hilarious seeing as our team like to make up for our losses by drinking our opponents under the table, but no, biscuits it was! Civilized! After the match I had every intention of going home, but AJ and R pulled out a weapon so deadly, it has never been known to fail: The "I want presents look". This is the puppy dog eyes look that kids give you when they want something. Never fails. D and I have perfected this technique over the years but I was shocked when the girls used it against me. It worked and I ended up staying for lunch in Canterbury. Sadly, weekends in Canterbury must come to an end.
Tomorrow I am yet again heading to Canterbury, this time with the parentals for my graduation which I'm having a bit of a nervy spaz about! So I shall be glad when that's over, then I have nothing planned for the rest of the weekend so a bit of spontaneity may occur.
In the words of Porky the pig, "that's all folks!"
Luce x
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