The following week saw me finish at the temp job I've been at for the last few months. It was emotional. I left D with the new girl M then walked slowy into the distance like that sad scene in the Incredible Hulk, occasionally turning back looking forlorn. The following day I had a 1 day job at a place opposite Harrods, manning their reception. I later found out I was covering the only person in the building intelligent enough to book a day off work the day after their Christmas party. I found this out by being the first person to arrive, then when people did show up they looked like they were suffering from some pretty serious 4* hangovers. They were sweating pure vodka. I said "morning" to one guy who stumbled through the door at around 10.30 he just said "oh God" and shuffled off to his seat and put his head on the table. I used this day to be creative and managed to devise a Christmas day challenge for all to participate in (look out for a post which should be up at the end of this weekend for full details!)
Thursday evening saw me partake in a poker tournament with L and S. Needless to say I was one of the first to go out. L came painfully close to winning but kept chickening out in the final and essentially just gave her chips to the guy she was playing. Won £30 though so that was pretty winner. £5 of that was what I lost, but I won't moan about it, I'll just move on. I mean it's just a game right? Someone's got to lose. Just so happens it was me. £5 would buy me a lot of things right now, and in the current economic climate some may say it was frivolous to have placed such a bet in the first place. Anyway, congrats L on your win. Bitch.
On Saturday I was treated to the very rare Christopher family meet up. This event is so occasional that I haven't seen some of the Christophers for around 7 years or so, which became demonstrably evident when one of my younger cousins actually asked who I was. We had a festive dinner complete with crackers with paper hats and beyond terrible jokes. I was on the cousins table which consisted of 4 cousins under 18 and of the 4 that are old enough to drink, 2 were driving. Sticking 2 bottles of wine on our table was pretty erroneous. Not gonna lie, by the end of the night, in the words of Michael McIntyre "I was utterly gazeboed". Big shout out to my home girl Granny for picking up the tab!
As a write this now I am in Canterbury, in a computer lab which I spent quite a bit of time in during my degree. I thought it appropriate to break in and relive my uni days by living it up in the electronics department. I, of course, do jest, D is here finishing off a bit of coursework so I thought I would accompany him with a few packets of percy pigs for sustanence. I drove down here yesterday and joined in on a fun mixed lacrosse game. Mixed lacrosse is always hard as the boys and girls games are completely different. The guys are body armour wearing, blood thirsy ball hoggers with little regard for people's welfare who play a horribly disjointed, aggressive game which mainly consists of them smacking each other, whereas the girls game is a joy to watch and runs as smoothly as a Tchaikovsky ballet (with minor aggressive undertones, we're sly about it though). It was a fun game and we even carried on when it started snowing, we're nails! D and I then went into town for a spot of mexican at Cafe Des Amis, we had fajitas which were buff and some Doctor Zeuss wine. Powered up to the Venue after another cheeky bottle of wine in Spoons and danced the night away with the lacrosstitutes. WINNER! This morning I surveyed my camera only to find around 40 pictures featuring the floor and my fingers over the lens. Photography fail!
Recently I have been prompted into thinking about how much I use my phone. This was brought to my attention when I was asked what I'm going to do while I'm travelling without my iPhone. I was asked this on three separate occasions this week. I rely so heavily on my phone that will never find me without it, the thought of not having it on me actually causes me to panic! I have never turned my phone off and the idea of me not being contactable by phone/email/facebook/twitter/text/carrier pigeon at all times literally fills my soul with crippling fear. While I'm travelling I assume I will be so preoccupied that I won't realise I don't have it, but that's just what I'm telling myself to keep calm. I plan to get an Australian phone when I get there but that still means 3 weeks of uncontactable hell in Thailand. I will of course be visiting internet cafes occasionally, I'm not a savage, but it's just not the same as having Twitter at your fingertips to publish your every thought. If anyone has any advise on this topic please do not hesitate to contact me by any of the methods mentioned above.
Stay strong, brethren.
Luce x
Lacrosstitutes... you actual genius.
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