Boat Races and assorted parties :)

So we lost. Who cares? It was a good weekend for a party!

But to start from the beginning, this was a weekend of random firsts for me, once again. First trip to London completely alone, which led to some interesting navigation of the Tube when I realised the Circle Line which I was trying to pick up at King's Cross was down between Edgware Road and Liverpool Street - ah, the joy! Lalala. So yea. I met an old friend and another old friend half an hour late in High Street Kensington, and we wandered around doing shoppingy type things and eating at a place called Wagamama which does Japanese food and is utterly fabulous :) Then went back to www.dinoftheworld.blogspot.com's halls (which are right next door to the Albert Hall!) and played my first game of chess in AGES, which I lost. After that we went to www.dinoftheworld.blogspot.com's house in Blackheath, which is a totally marvellous place and not at all like London. His dogs are mad and silly and apparently one of them is in love with me. Awwww. And his mum is great and gave me loads of cakes and I slept in a half tester bed which was another first! :D

So having woken up ridiculously early in the morning, I had nice breakfast, was given an umbrella by www.dinoftheworld.blogspot.com's mum and set off to Greenwich, which was about 15mins that way *points*, and got to Toni's house in plenty of time to get to the boat race. We met the others at the station and while we were waiting, played the 'How many light entertainers can we fit into a photo booth?' game. The answer was 6 quite tall ones. Then me and Toni polka-ed around the station for a while before we all headed off to watch the race. We won the seconds, lost the firsts, got rained on quite heavily and drank Pimms - another first, at least for this summer! Afterwards we all trundled off back to Toni's and started the party :D Was marvellous, and the girl crying in the loo wasn't me for once!

Monday was very much a post-party day. Woke up feeling miserable (but that was partly tiredness, partly time of the month) but fortunately got to spend some time with someone I wanted to spend time with, which was pleasant. Then a hideous sound drifted up the stairs. It was 'Jerusalem' being sung by many voices in various keys, accompanied by a metallic banging. Hardly had the company leapt out of bed when into the room burst Ben Parker, dressed only in his boxers and repeatedly bashing (Gt stem!) with a spoon a poor colander which had never done anything to him! Accompanying him were various others, but honestly I can't remember who they were, having been traumatised for life by the sight of Ben in.....well, not very much. I shudder at the memory. Anyway, it turns out that this was our call to breakfast, so I got dressed and we descended to take our seats at the breakfast table, whereupon I got out the cakes which I had been given by www.dinoftheworld.blogspot.com's mum the day before and placed them upon the table to cries of much joy. The rest of the day was a bit random, but I ended up back at home having stopped off in Baker Street to visit the famous detective who's name I shall not mention for fear of exploding. I have been watching/listening to/reading far far FAR too much Sherlock Holmes.....oh no! I said it! I - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhh...............

*BOOM!*

*sounds of plaster and dead pigeons hitting the floor, followed by silence*