Smoggy Cider

Nothing spectacular going on lately... I'm just doing my thing, whatever that is. I was supposed to meet up with Amit today but he cancelled. I met him at the Flash Actionscript course that I did. We were going to exchange some CDs/DVDs but unfortunately that has to wait until I'm back from my visit to NL. In the meantime I'm downloading my own copy that I promised Christiaan. I can't wait a few more weeks and I would like to bring it to the Lowlands as promised.

So I ended up cleaning the house and sorting out my dress [sewing] it's almost done. I'm so looking forward to seeing my friends in the Lowlands, it has been almost a year since I left the country, I'm going to have a very busy week, but that's good, it will distract me from what's going on over here in the UK and hopefully I will be all energised and happy again when I'm back. I will be ready for a brand new start... a confident one, on my own, knowing things will work out just fine.

I met up with Helen, her other half and Kris a friend of theirs on Tuesday this week. I went to Chancery Lane tube station and called Helen to ask her where to meet up. They were at some restaurant so I started to walk towards Chancery Lane and ended up walking all the way to Holborn which is half a mile. I totally missed Chancery Lane somehow. [I'm not from this planet, I swear...] We called each other about 8 times just to see where I was or where they were. Funny thing was we must have passed each other at least twice without realising...

We agreed to meet up at a place called the Lounge, in the meantime I had walked the distance between Chancery Lane tube station and Holborn tube station at least three times [1.5 miles/2.4 kilometres] before I finally found the Lounge where they were waiting for me on the terrace. It was close and smoggy and I was desperately in need of a refreshment. Helen ordered a cider for me, I expected a small one but instead I got a pint [how was I ever going to finish a pint in half an hour without getting totally pissed since I didn't eat breakfast, next time you'd better think girl!].

I remember I promised myself not to drink on an empty stomach ever again, but I reckon I broke my own promise *bad girl!*. Lucky me K. kindly offered to help me finish the bottle... *relief* I showed my portfolio and we discussed business [website design]. We had a really nice time chatting even though it was only about half an hour. I walked back to Chancery Lane tube station accompanied by K. He had lived in Amsterdam for a while and when he had to leave he -to my surprise- said: 'tot ziens'.

On my way back home on the train I had a slight problem concentrating on what was going on around me, by the time I came home, I really had to take things slow, the alcohol had taken over my brain function... Next time I better keep my promise or have a solid breakfast instead of a liquid one.