I will conclude this busy January with a Brazilian party here and then will spend the rest of this cold weekend tucked in the hope to recreate my perfect domestic weekend before facing another busy month.* My diary in February: Steve's 30th birthday party at Zensai, a two-days work trip to Bristol, the Anna Piaggi's exhibition with Leila, Edward Scissorhands' dance performance at the Sadler's Wells with Dan.*By grouping up my log in months (instead of breaking it down into days or weeks), it seems I want to wish away this year already, but in fact I want it to be a very good year... and I will do my best. ; )
Wednesday, 25 January 2006
What have I been up to?
So, how did I spend my time in this first month of the year? Surely not on my blog, which I have been neglecting since long time. Apart from my full-time job, in no order, I have restarted my yoga classes twice a week, but I hope to increase the frequency from next week. I have had two Spanish classes and one shopping session. I went to two gigs (one at the Macbeth in Old Street and the other at the Purple Turtle in Camden); and to Emma's party in Ealing. I went to see some furniture; the Constant Gardener with Elisa, and had a dinner at Manu's place, at Yo Sushi with Amanda and at a pseudo-Italian restaurant with Magali et al. after wandering through the flower market all the day of Sunday. We also cooked home made pizza for Trevor and Linda. HIGHLIGHTS: I met a new girl: a bubbling French girl called Leila; I saw again my French friend Magali; I acted as a liaison between my friend Fede and Anya, met at this party; I helped Magali with her Master application; I found a cool hat shop in Shroedritch; I discovered the flower market in Columbia Road; I was very pleased to see Clare again, who, after everything she went through, I found strong and in good shape. Ah, and the dinner at the Italian place. Although the food was not special at all, the company mix (we were coupled up in (cutlural) pairs) were: two Italians (Elisa and I), two French ladies (Maga and Leila) and two English guys (Adam and Lofty). It sounds like one of those jokes, doesn't it? : ) The crossed conversations flew down perfectly, and everybody seemed at their ease, even though not everyone knew everyone. It was an enjoyable night, and Lofty was secretely happy that the girls (especially Leila and Elisa) laughed at his dry *British* humour.
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