Its that time of the year when people from the fashion world go mental. Its the fashion weeks hysteria! I was just going through my fresh Elle Collections issue for Autumn/Winter 09 and these are the trends that caught my eye. 80’s are still going strong, very dark colours, leather, glitter and rock glam look!
I’m still trying to wake up, make my feet not hurt and fight the hangover. I had one of those random nights when you go out thinking of having a couple of drinks and getting going by 10, but then you actually spend shit loads on booze, sleep at someone you met that night’s couch and go home the next day, dirty coz you’ve been climbing the roof, with smudged make-up and a bad taste in your mouth. Doing all that in high heels.
I’m moments away from having to go to another party, having no birthday present coz I planned to do the shopping this morning, and I would just rather stay at home and vegetate.
I wish I had a snooze, but now its too late. Nick has been sleeping for hours now. Should have joined him.
I went with my boyfriend to his friend’s place in Birmingham. It was some jazz festival all around the city, but we managed to stay away from it. A local pub had a live band and their music was a vague reminiscent of Woody’s soundtracks. We tried some other pub called “Actress and Bishop” but beer just went the wrong way. We decided to take our drinks, not far away, to a local park. We sat in dog’s poo, almost, listening to the music form Jooles Holland’s club. Soon enough we decided that we should call it a night and went back to the friend’s flat, smoking, playing scrabble and Halo.
Tomorrow was a new day. Had a coffee on the balcony. Seagulls where flying around as if we were at the sea side. I could almost smell the sea in the air. More friends arrived; went to the same pub from the night before, drinking Bloody Marys and playing table football. We had gone to the market and bought a lot of food for BBQ party to have that evening. We bought a bag full of mushrooms for a pound. I bought a McDonald’s red nail polish. It was either extremely sunny or it would rain. There was a BBQ in the pub’s garden, but the chief managed to lit a gas bottle on fire. It could have exploded. A lot of jokes had “says the actress to the bishop” endings. We got back to his flat just before the party should had started, had a few smokes and started on the BBQ. People came, we had char meat and played Articulate. I had bought some fish on the market which I didn’t want to eat later on.
Tomorrow morning my boyfriend and I woke up surrounded by dirty glasses, plates, empty bottles and cans, wasted food and ashtrays. We had Turkish coffee with cardamon. Friends lit up the BBQ again and we had lunch. I still had some fish left that I didn’t want to eat. We packed our bags and headed to the train station. We said good byes with an awkward felling to it.