"Also...I regret to inform you I will be arriving snakeless tonight."

Hi people,  it's been a whole another week already? Let me take you through the reader friendly version of the story of the last seven days and I think the best place to start is where I finished up last week....
So pretty much the highlight of my weekend was last Friday evening, where I was lucky enough to have a hastily planned dinner and long overdue catch up with fellow blog contributor SuSu_A  and also attend the 21st birthday party of dramatist/comedian Tammy  T*. Now a more astute person would have taken pictures of these two events, but sadly a combination of having a piss poor (sorry mother) camera phone and being nicely slozzled at the latter conspired against this. However, I hope to paint a decent picture with these words but I did also promise to be reader friendly, hence this....

A 3D artist's interpretation of the term "Slozzled"

But friends rest assured, the state of being the above symbolises came much much later on in the evening and knowing what was to come (because i'm psychic like that) I chose to line my stomach at a Giraffe in Spitalfields. An oddly unimaginative name for a restaurant chain. Maybe there's a story behind it. I think they're originally South African, but still...why Giraffe? why not Rhino? or Gazelle even? Well despite their ambiguous name choice I do always enjoy the food there and Friday was no exception. Added to that the always interesting, robust and entertaining company of SuSu, who fresh from spending time with that Boyfriend who isn't her boyfriend, but actually really IS her boyfriend (YES I SAID IT!), was ripe full of useful relationship advice for this lowly novice. Oh how we laughed, haha.
Anyways, after dinner it was onto Bow and the epicness of Tammy T's party. At a leisurely 2 hours after the stated start time, I think we arrived just about on time and quite rightly the birthday girl was about half way to slozzled by then (see above). I for my part, replete with a bottle of the old pink lady (Rosé to the uninitiated) and some whisky saw fit to join her and the rest of the party guests in that course.
I had a really fun time, and even snuck in a cheeky dance. Thankfully, I'm pretty sure everyone was in an equal or far worse state than I was by then so no one noticed. Before I forget to mention, Tammy T's East London bash was also the first occasion I'd encountered a former, my last in fact, lady friend. Yeah I think, I'll put it that way, lady friend and the fact was despite all the best intentions our brief winter liaison sort of petered out. I knew she'd be there, but because of how we left things I wasn't sure how she'd be.  As it turns out absolutely fine,  we chatted amicably once or twice during the course of the night and that was that.
The rest of my weekend comprised somehow getting up for a 10am Saturday morning hill running session, which was noticeable for me NOT throwing up despite feeling like I had to for most of it and otherwise being lazy (nothing gets done on Sundays!).

Monday was my last day in uni for my master's course, we had one quite short lecture in the morning. I saw 'my new best friend' again and she forced me (well not really, I just felt like it) to leave campus early rather than having to yell at her to LEAVE ME ALONE!!! There is a longer story behind this particular near-overreaction, but I'm getting frustrated just thinking about it so will leave it for the ears of a registered mental health professional. I'll concentrate on the fact that there's no more uni for me till January 18th (YAY) but with a  bus load of work to do in the meantime (not so yay). Another highlight this week was the St. John Ambulance London Links Christmas Ball on Wednesday. A great evening for all the SJA units from all the London universities to come together and celebrate the time of year and the past 12 months over Christmas Dinner, complementary wine and some questionable dancing.  I've always really enjoyed these nights and as this was my 3rd SJA Ball and probably my last, I'm extremely happy I went and shared it with some awesome people. 

Speaking of awesome people, my parents jetted of to Malaga for 4 days early on Thursday morning (they left at 3am for a 5am flight!!), leaving the house to me, my brother and my sister. Although I would have loved to join them for the warmer weather, I think their anniversary is more important :) I must say the house is a lot quieter so far which is understandable considering that all my parents watch is extremely loud, over dramatic Nollywood (Nigerian Hollywood) films on the tv. For those of you who haven't experienced these films...errrm....you're in for an interesting time if/when you TV do. 

Methinks you've heard enough for one week, hope you all have a great 7 days.

M/-\D

Top 5 Dance Moves (of the week)

1). Backslide (Moonwalk)

2). Pop, Lock n Drop

3). Guido Fist Pump

4). The Robot 

5). 2 Step 

(*There is no Tammy without the T, they are one)