saturday nights alright for fightin'

so despite me being a confirmed hooker, i seem to be part of a lovely little gang o' ladies who have named themselves knit1 eat1. i think that they came to this decision while i was passed out cold at the dinner table of ms marmite lover's underground restaraunt, because i'd never have agreed to such a thing!

but as i learned the other week when i let my hairdresser cut my hair while i napped...if i'm going to siesta then i'm going to have to live with it. and gosh darn i really can't wait for my hair to grow - think i am needing a falso pony tail for belly dancing definitely.

anyway, let's recap why i was a asleep at the table and NOT crocheting at the underground restaraunt. for this we have to back track to thursday night where it all started... so here's a timeline:

thursday night

7:00 arrive for sushi and sake with thayer prime

9:30 go to she says women in digital birthday party which sucked so drank brambles

10:00 head over to the cellar door and consume dirty gin martinis and lots of free champagne as i am still celebrating my birthday as it is still april and i was born on the first.

friday day

lunch drinks with my accountant at the crown clerkenwell green

then beers in the studio at my desk

straight home because i'm dead tired

saturday day

11:00 training really darn hard with my trainer ivo

13:00 double vodka at the ship in soho

15:00 another at the intrepid fox

17:00 sundowner on my roof 'the bloomsbury skyline club'

saturday night

11:00 head to the cock tavern to watch my daughter ravenisis perform

midnight drinking 'dudes' at the el camino in soho with the swingin' film crowd

...this is where it ALL goes wrong!

01:oo am decide to head home as feeling tipsey, but unfortunately have to go passed the crobar to get home, where i firstly fall off my stripper heels straight on my ass then stand up and go straight over on my nose. go home to clean myself up and go to sleep.

which would have been okay but...

06:00 am my door buzzer is going and my daughter is locked out.

so i decide it's a good time for a disco nap.

then stay up the rest of the morning cuddling my blondeboy and drinking bloody mary's

sunday day proper

11:00am finally fall asleep

high noon wake up with an ice pick in my eye socket and take loads of painkillers and slather arnica on my face and then get stuck on the tube at baker street for ages.

14:15 finally make it to ms marmite lover's and have a glass of cava, then more bubbles, then a glass of the nicest red i have ever let between my lips.

went straight home

did not pass go

missed my daughter's sunday night show at the cellar door.

i am a bad mother

a horrid guest

and a pretty crap crocheter lately!

yarn.

well i finally did it.

i made it to cafe stitch at the wellcome institute today!
and i loved loved loved it.

there was a really nice group of women there and lovely apricot crumble and gree tea.
yum.

i dint take much yarn with me as i knew i was going to have to run off to the gym, but am thinking of moving my usual saturday training sessions to either earlier or later so i have lots of time to hang out as no one seems to show up til around noon. not that it matters, it's the type of place i might even go sit alone and have cake - and we all know how much i HATE to do anything alone.

in fact, this weekend has really been my first solo weekend in london for a long long long time.
i did get a bootie call around midnight - but i declined so its now tea at claridges with a lovely rockabilly man...think this one will just be a friend though as i'm still not sure what to do with the scandotoy and am still currently really hating my ex assface fiance....

and its 3:36 in the morning and i'm wide awake!