Saturday Fever

Saturday morning -- I headed into town for a healthy and therapeutic shopping session. I was meant to meet Amanda who did not turn up, due to the consequences of her previous party night, known as hangover. Shame. But I still enjoyed my shopping trip on my own: I could rush from the lingerie section to the shoe sector, to the opposite shop, randomly as I wished. It was fruitful and, of course, expensive. But for once, satisfactory. I get usually frustrated and stressed when shopping in central London where the choice is overwhelming, but the time and energies always limited. Plus, if I don't find anything suitable to me, I fall in a sort of short-term depression. This time it was not like that, maybe because I hadn't done for a while and didn't have that sense of saturation.

Here the damage: apart from a face tonic water and a hair cream and two bras, I bought two rock-and-roll items: a funky white t-shirt leaving the back uncovered and skinny black jeans. The shop assistant insisted that I bought one size less because they would stretch a lot, but I am not sure this was the right choice. I sweat to try them on, and, although very comfy because stretch, they are still very tight. We'll see. Finally, I was about to buy a pair of shiny red shoes and a red necklace, but I didn't. I thought:--I can make the necklace by myself. So, I headed to the bead shop in Carnaby Street and bought read and purple wood beads to make a very long necklace. Saturday night--Carlo's 30th birthday at Digress Bar in Soho. It is the third time I go to that club for people's does, and I don't really like this mainstream bar. However, it was a pleasure to see our friend Carlo (who is half Italian, half Spanish but grown up in London, so, in fact, a real cockney). The place was packed and the music, mainly R&B, not my cup of tea, but we were in a reserved area, and it was nice to see Carlo so happy, energetic and drunk. I chatted for a while with an Italian girl, then danced and drank (only three cocktails in the whole evening) , and had some real fun dancing some songs such as Volare in Spanish version (very quick) and Mambo Number 5 (my fave song in my dancing repertoire--it just drives me positively crazy). It was a so funny contrast when the DJ put on a Jewish ballad and soon after the very pop Indian song. Incident: while dancing, my brand new hand-made necklace--for which a girl had already complimented giving me the business idea of selling them online-- snapped, and half of the beads rolled on the floor. I was upset, and kept thanking the two girl who tried to rescue the little balls scattered on the dance floor. Fortunately, the necklace was so long that I am still left with a reasonably long thread. We left the club at 2.30 and got home at 3 or so. Well, I got home at 3 or so, because Mr Lofty, who was sitting on the stairs of the bus, did not realise that the bus reached our stop. I was sitting downstairs and couldn't warn him as the bus was packed. I got off, waited for him to get off, but nothing. Thinking to have his mobile phone and *not* having any other choice, I decided to go home. When in front of the front door, I realised that he did have his mobile phone, so I called him. He had not noticed yet that his stop was passed long ago. How funny. Typical of him.