Sunday, February 22, 2004
So had the divine Ms. Plums up for the weekend, originally it was supposed to be everyone to hers for a birthday party, that's got put back to next weekend which I won't be able to make, because of the sudden announcement of Mono and Stoaties wedding in (my brain is telling me Hackney but I'm almost certain that's wrong) so that involved getting up early on Saturday morning, going down to Kings Cross to meet up with loads of other Barbeloids and then, after loading up with provisions catching the bus to possibly-Hackney. We had been told the service started at midday and that if we were late we wouldn't be let in, the bus got to Kings Cross at 11:40. We got to wherever it was we were going at about 12:15, so you had the sight of half a dozen of us, stunningly dressed I must say, running up the High Street in best Four Weddings stylee. However, things hadn't started when we got there so we got to mingle with all of the Stoat and Mono's Stokey friends before taking our seats. Stoatie was resplendent in best punk-chained denim suit, Mono a lovely thrift-store white dress, Stoaties Best Woman was in a fierce red rubber dress while Mono was being given away by a Moomintroll-elf who had been in Mexico twenty-four hours previously.
It was one of those days.
Then back on the bus to head back into town to some vegetarian Indian restaurant near the Angel Inslington for the marriage lunch, then a pub for the afternoon, where we annoyed the straights by sitting at the only free space, underneath a huge screen showing the rugby, and by being a lot more excitingly dressed than most of them will ever know. Lots of chatting was done, Plums was braiding people's hair with wool as she fought the urge to give up giving up smoking and I was chatting to everyone, including Miss Spooky, Jack's girlfriend, who I've never really talked to before. People were getting ready to move on to another pub around seven o'clock, I was tired and cold, having sacrificed wearing thick warm clothes in the name of looking stunning, so headed home. I was really tired, so had something to eat and then collapsed in bed.
It was one of those days.
Then back on the bus to head back into town to some vegetarian Indian restaurant near the Angel Inslington for the marriage lunch, then a pub for the afternoon, where we annoyed the straights by sitting at the only free space, underneath a huge screen showing the rugby, and by being a lot more excitingly dressed than most of them will ever know. Lots of chatting was done, Plums was braiding people's hair with wool as she fought the urge to give up giving up smoking and I was chatting to everyone, including Miss Spooky, Jack's girlfriend, who I've never really talked to before. People were getting ready to move on to another pub around seven o'clock, I was tired and cold, having sacrificed wearing thick warm clothes in the name of looking stunning, so headed home. I was really tired, so had something to eat and then collapsed in bed.
