Just call me angel in the morning

Lots to tell you about. Had a great weekend. Still no job but I've come to discover making a living is highly overrated.

So friends - I have a home! I went to check out the flat with Franca on Saturday morning and it is PERFECT! It's a renovated Victorian house that's been divided into apartments. We're on the third floor of a three story building and our place is great: lots of space, new carpet, modern bathroom, brand new beds and wardrobe. The kitchen is a little old but the floors are being redone and that's about the only thing that's wrong with it. One bedroom is slightly bigger than the other, but both are a decent size. The area is a perfect - a 10 minute walk from the tube, a 5 minute walk to great shops, bars and restaurants. We also got the place at a steal (which is still crazy expensive, but hey, it's London so it's to be expected). Anyway we move in on February 12th and I could not be more excited! The one thing that has sucked since I've been here is feeling homeless/moochy/like a bag lady and I'm glad I'll finally have a bed, kitchen, bathroom to call my own!

Saturday we also had our first real night out on the Londontown and boy, was it a doozy. I can tell I'm going to get into a lot of trouble in this city, but let's be honest, that's why I moved here in the first place. Franca and I went to All Bar One for dinner Saturday night and man, was it a show. The food was good (and cheap) but some of the skankiest, grossest girls patronized this place and it was unpleasant. They had on short disco-ball glittery dresses, tits up to their chin, several thick layers of stage makeup and Snooki-style hair. They flocked to this place like locusts and it's clear this is a place to see and be seen in the city.

Anyway on our way to a friend's birthday party, Franca saw a beautiful photo op against some hanging lights (my camera died, she has all the pics which I will post when I get a chance) and asked some boys outside a bar to take a picture. We ended up chatting up these four boys from Switzerland, who worked at Deloitte (E, your brethren are all over the world) and they were cute and quite chatty. They invited us into the bar for a drink so we obliged and asked for a glass of white wine.

They returned saying they were out of wine and instead dropped an icy, sweating bottle of Veuve Clicquot on the table.

I think my response was, 'Are you fucking kidding me?'

We ended up drinking with the boys for a while before dragging them to our friend's birthday party.

Unfortunately for us, we didn't realize the party was at a gay bar and the boys seemed extremely uncomfortable. The greatest moment was when one of them returned from the bathroom with a look of horror on his face. He said he'd just had his nipples tweeked by a gay man in the loo. He literally would not stop talking about it the whole night and Franca quite aptly deduced that he was probably a closet case. It's a shame though because he looked like a young Ralph Fiennes. The rest of his friends (minus one, poor guy) were also quite attractive.

The other great thing was that they all spoke French - not horrible grating Canadian French but beautiful, lilting buttery Parisian French and I never though I would find it attractive but I did (might have been the champagne). Anyway we left the party and headed to a club called Pasha in Victoria. We got there at about 1 am to stand in line and we were informed it would be £20 ($40) to get in. Franca and I both decided now would be a perfect time to graciously exit as neither of us had jobs and we had recently acquired a flat that would rob of us any money we did end up making in the future.

One of the things that sucks about London is that pubs close at about 12 pm and the only thing opened later are clubs that cost an arm and leg to get into. Now that we have a flat, we'll have to carry on the party at our place after the pubs close.

After some crazy plan switching, I will now be staying at my second cousin's house, which is a 15 minute walk from Franca's place, until we move into our flat. I should sign off so I can get some more job hunting done, but I will keep you abreast of new developments.

Hope you all had a great weekend.

Cheers,

Patsy xo