And the debauchery begins

Well, I told you I'd have an interesting blog post, and I do!

So Friday I had my interview with UNICEF and I think it went alright. It was VERY regulated process and I had a panel of four people interview me. I find it really hard to evenly distribute eye contact when there are so many people asking you question. I start darting my eyes back and forth so as not to ignore any one person and I invariably end up looking like a complete crackhead. I usually try and give the most eye love to the person I think will be making the executive decision but this time I had no idea who the boss was. I had to write a test which involved a copy editing section, which was fine, but then I had to write a whole article about some child workers in Bangladesh and I was given like three pages of information and had to write a concise web article in like 30 minutes. It was intense. I did it but I'm not sure it made any sense. I didn't really get the impression that I 'wowed' them but I'll know on Monday how things went.

Friday night was pretty ridiculous. Franca and I headed to her cousin's place and started drinking at around 9pm. I think I was pretty excited about a big night and ended up slamming back vodka 7s like it was nobody's business. Needless to say by the time we left for the bar I was black out drunk. Fabric was pretty cool, great music but like definitely a scene - crazy long lineups and it was super expensive - 15 pounds to get in and the drinks were pretty pricey too. We were only there for about half an hour when Franca pulled me outside because I was so wasted and said we should probably go home. So I effectively fucked up our first night out by being a huge waste case. In my defense, I don't remember being that drunk. I think the lesson here is, never put too much emphasis on a night out because you're bound to be disappointed. Actually the lesson might also be not to pound drinks like they're going out of style. Either way, the night was sort of a bust.

Saturday I paid the price though as I woke up with the worst headache I've ever had in my life. And of course they one day I have a raging hangover it's a beautiful, glorious, sunny day outside - an absolute rarity in Britain. I ended up getting out of bed by 3pm and Francs and I grabbed breakfast at this cheap greasy diner across the street. We then went out and checked out some awesome antique markets in Angel. So many vendors selling vintage clothing and furniture and jewelry along small cobblestone streets. We then wondered into this furniture store and saw a beautiful trunk we wanted for our living room. We carried it home today and it was actually a pretty funny sight: two hungover girls carrying this giant chest down the road. Anyway it's in and the place is finally beginning to feel a lot like home.

After we paid for our chest yesterday, we decided to head to the pub for a pint (naturally). We walk into Slug and Lettuce right after an Arsenal game so the place was pretty packed with footie fans. Franca and I went to find a table and she was greeted by a guy named Dylan who asked if he could drink with us. Dylan was both an absolute clown and a total babe. He was actually wearing sweatpants and a sweater with a giant Mickey Mouse face on it and all night he kept saying 'My friends keep taking the mickey out of me' and thought it was absolutely hilarious. Unfortunately, he was the only one.

Anyway he was at the pub with a bunch of his friends and we ended up getting pretty wasted with them. Then we ended up going to their local pub, The King's Head, and drinking some more. The King's Head is definitely full of some characters. The first guy we see when we walk in is wearing a shirt that says "I heart 10 pints and a curry" and he was about 5 foot tall and like 70 years old. Then they had some Ronnie Wood-looking guy starts rocking the mic (and he sang some sweet British tunes like The Stones, The Kooks, The Fratellis) and we just had a great time. Needless to say, we'd been drinking since about 5pm, so by 10pm Francs and I were beat and called it a night. Hopefully we'll run into those crazy kids again - but we're not holding our breath.

Today Franca and I got up, went shopping for some home stuff and now we're sitting in an internet cafe checking up our emails. I have my BBC interview tomorrow which I need to prepare for and another interview Tuesday for some website called Partygaming.com. Anyway I need a job soon because this drinking habit is not going to pay for itself (that would be pretty sweet though).

I write back soon with some more news about the job hunt. Hope you all had a sweet, sweet weekend.

Cheers,

Patsy