Wednesday already. I swear that time just flies by and I have no idea where the hell is goes. Sometimes I feel like I’m in this weird little zone and then all of a sudden two days have gone by. I basically spend my life in this pattern of: cleaning my damned house, sleeping, eating, and going to work. Then all of a sudden the weekend comes and watch out. Drink all damned night, usually until unGodly wee hours of the morning. I’ve been a lot better about motivating on the weekend days though. Usually up and out of the house around noon. At this stage in the London summer, I feel like I need to make the most of the somewhat sunny days and pleasant tempreatures.

This past weekend was spent in a blur. Friday night went to a work party. Drank quite a bit and took about a million photos. I must be the most annoying person when I take my camera out because when I come home, I usually find at least 120 pictures of the same people over and over again. Thankfully for everyone who views these photos on Nerdgirl, most of them have been semi-edited to exclude the janky ones.

Saturday got up at noon and headed over to Milty’s house. Met up with Saby and Noah there. Our plan was to go for brunch at Harvey Nichols, but when we arrived there were about a gazzilion people so we decided against it. Took the bus over to Chelsea. Sat in a nice little outdoor pavillion eating our beef burgers and deep fried cheese, drinking a nasty, thick pitcher of bloody mary’s. At this point, my hangover was kicking in and I thought I might die, but somehow I managed to walk with them a few blocks before catching the bus to Gloucester Road. Went to Waitrose because we were planning on going to the Essential Festival on Sunday and wanted to get all the picnic foods together. At this point, I headed home for a quick nap.

Had plans to go out to sushi with Arlie, Colin and Andrea that evening. Dragged my ass out of bed after my 1 hour nap. Called Arlie and she was having some difficulty in selecting a venue for our evening’s meal. After much debate and pouring over Zagat, we decided to chuck the idea and stay in. Called Colin to break the news to him, but he basically called me a pussy and a slight guilt trip. I caved and they headed over into my part of the earth - Kensington.

Went to a place that was supposed to be a ‘gay-bar’. The only gay that was happening there besides Colin and his man, was one bartender with a cowboy hat. Whatever. It was one of those nights where I basically could have sat there the entire evening drinking and never gotten drunk. I guess that is what any good hangover will do for you. After a few Euro Cosmos (fucked up cosmos not in a martini glass) we decided to call it quits.

Got up on Sunday at 9:45 and opened up all the windows to let the lovely sunshine in. Little Roley was just pleased to have someone around to hang out with in the morning, so he was doing his usual freak-out cat things — running as fast as he can jumping on the bed. Milt happened to be wandering my hood looking for raw chicken to BBQ, but couldn’t find an open market. I went downstairs to meet him at Partridges (the grocery next to my house) and then to Starbucks for a chai.

Showered then headed back over to Milt’s to meet up with everyone. Started out the day with a bottle of champagne and strawberries. Saby and Noah showed up as Milt and I were sort-of dancing in the living room listening to some Dr. Dre and reminicing about 1992. Whoa - who knew that it was almost 10 years ago that The Chronic was released.