it's just one of those things.

friday:
despite the previous weekend's high-jinx (officially-slash-unofficially the most bestest fun-filled weekend in london to date. will elaborate further) sitting on my suitcase at rochester station, awaiting the next train to london, all i could think of was how much i missed the lover - we haven't seen each other in 2 weeks! - and how funny it was that the thought alone of seeing him gave me butterflies in my tummy, a stark contrast to my unenthusiastic response to PCB's text.

note: PCB aka polish chef boy. i will explain!

saturday:
lunch, shopping and walking in islington, watched the duchess (good film!). virgi's friend's housewarming party; doing tequila shots + cinnamon + orange slices? (slight variation on the salt, tequila, lemon combo) topped off by polish vodka all night long (NOBODY warned me the polish were such hardened drinkers and that their vodka could knock. you. out. cold.) and knock us out it did. virgi passed out after a few rounds of tequila heh. her friend S found her cozily curled up in a comforter, in some random bed in the next room. it was the funniest sight to witness at a party in full swing.

that was only the start of the night. later, she topped off her knockout (har har) performance by somehow managing to lock herself in that room, which meant that we both had to sleepover that night. i couldn't well leave her there and go home by myself now, could i? and to think that just moments prior to that - perhaps anticipating her own passing out parade - she clung onto my arm, red-faced and finger waving in my face, reminding me to google 'addison lee' taxi services to bring us home.

admittedly at the start of the night, i was thoroughly intimidated at the thought of not knowing a single soul but as the night wore on and the vast amounts of alcohol consumed took its toll on me, i found myself acting like miss congeniality; dancing and swirling my white dress around the room (by myself, in front of everyone) in my own version of sexy, calling out to strangers by their first name like i'd known them since kindergarten, encouraging newfound friends/polish boys to breakdance and rap for me, drunkenly attempting to play the piano (egged on by the polish boys) whilst nearly falling off the makeshift stool, chatting up every tom dick and harry at the party.

proof of that being randomly tagged photos of me surfacing on facebook the very next day (note: super embarrassing tags that i do not wish to read ever again) and several numbers in my phone that i do not quite remember the who, the how or the when?

the morning after was... interesting, needless to say. rolled around to find myself next to some finnish girl. crept about and found my sister awake in the next room. having been asleep for like, ever! it was about damn time sleeping beauty awoke from her slumber. it was 730am by the way, when we got hungry and rummaged around for food, found a pack of sushi (she bought it for my dinner after the movie but the tequila on display swept all thoughts of food away). so at 730 in the morning, we were gobbling up sushi, okay fine, it was more me than she. she's on some diet.

as she made me fill her in on all the bits she missed post-passing out, boom! i suddenly remembered my little 'moment' with PCB. oops! it was at the end of the party, the guests had all left. PCB, me and another polish dude C went down to the kitchen to get some water. as much as they were plying me with alcohol, they also made sure that i drank lots of of water in between, which was probably why i did not feel sick or throw up OR have any type of hangover. after chatting for a bit, C got up and left, so it was just PCB and myself sitting side by side on the couch. my head was heavy and i asked if i could lie down for abit.

so there i was, my head on the lap of a perfect stranger, feet curled up on the couch, it was actually quite comfortable. as we were talking, he was slowly stroking my hair/arm and telling me i smelled nice, that virgi and i were beautiful (HAHA) and how my hair was so soft. pick up line? perhaps. it truly did not occur to me at that very moment, that there might've been anything remotely sexual about his actions.

according to virgi upon said confession, "all guys want the same thing!" and that the night before, S warned her "your sister's in danger, don't you know polish guys have an asian fetish?"

all i remember was thinking to myself: ahh.. how soothing. i felt like a child, curled up on his mother's lap as she pats him to sleep.

undoubtedly i felt some sort of guilt at sharing a special moment with a boy who wasn't my boyfriend (and one that i never thought i'd see again), but it was... nice. *shrugs* i can't explain it. it's just one of those things.

obviously i ran off and told my boyfriend every single detail, he was cool about it. a bit too cool might i add, but that's one of the reasons why i love him. he's the best!

continuation:
virgi left for spanish class at 9ish, so i slept until i woke up. the remaining 4 in the house: S, his housemate A, finnish girl and me + another dude went for indian lunch around the corner. great company! after that, i trekked down to notting hill (or somewhere around there) to meet up with the sister and B. sister left for her housemate P's b'day party so B and i walked around portobello, did some window shopping and had dinner together. once again, great company!

monday:
stayed indoors most of the day TRYING to do work, dinner at hoxton grill with virgi - i was thrilled because we'd walked past several times but never actually gone in before, and i have been absolutely DYING to check out the place. good food, good conversation. left london, went home.

THE END.