Woke up this morning feeling well rough. Last night was crazy. Went to the Ruby Lounge with Ben for a quiet drink and to listen to funky US house. Turns out, the djs played old school hiphop classics all night long, which was fine by me. Drinks were fairly expensive as was to be expected in a place which attracted clientele of the sort who turned up. What was most random was bumping into 2 friends from St Andrews in this little bar. Alex and Sophie, were there with Alex's friends and we ended up drinking loads...it turnded out to be a pretty good time. The two girls whom I've known for a good few years but never really got the chance to talk to properly had some great chat and made me grin from ear to ear. The night ended with Ben and I stumbling (me, not Ben, the big man holds his drink well) home, worn out and poorer but happy from having had such a good night out.
Today was pretty sweet as well...I spent the afternoon in Camden with Bec, Babs (more St Andrews folk, Hooray!!), Mark and Ben...sitting in the sunshine and walking about, exploring the tourist trap that is Camden. Ben and I then went to Charing Cross Road, to join Neelesh and Ed at a free festival (The Tin Alley Festival I think it was called)..we managed to catch the last 2 bands, Art Brut and The Subways who were both pretty decent (especially the female bassist from the latter...oh yes, she was very easy on the eye). After that we dragged our sore feet to the bar that Ed works at (Henry's) and had cocktails....the vodka in my Seabreeze (yes, I know, I'm such a girl at the strangest of times) almost made me sick,it brought back memories of last night (too many double Stoli Vanilla Vodkas with Cokes)....anyhoo, it is late and I am knackered. Time for me to think about sack-hitting.