last night=friends art gallery opening --> marquee
a few of my friends showed their amazing, (dare i say, extremely artsy) adroitness.
i was vaguely reminded of Boo from Monsters Inc. Just the face. The rest of the body and the gold pool seemed very Maria-from-1927-film-Metropolis.
baby-blue pastal themed computer system for the OCD/stepford wife/tween in you:
i was gobsmacked by this. its completely brilliant.
Thennnnnn off to Marquee
big security men everywhere. so yes you, on the left, with the tacky/lame/unoriginal spiderman web on your arm, you get the ok from THEM before you go in.
more tasteless and cliche tatoos inside. However, it was SLIGHTLY better because whilst this guy seemed like an egotistical, white-rapper-esq model, he definitely was a model. rawr.
Cameron IS a model, and British, and FIT, (and from what I can tell/have seen, NO TATOOS)
all these qualities + the fact that he is absolutely amazing and lovely-nice= winner. at. life.
alcohol is a celebratory drink. we get it. the firecrackers in an overcrowded club filled with slightly-burly, slightly-drunk people is not the best idea.
many people (myself included) think girls licking lollypops is extremely attractive. i wanted one and refused to settle for the Starbursts that the bathrooms offered.
Adrian and Kay "are a sweet team/melting in your vice dreams, sport"
and you know, if you have to wear those shirts.....you probably aren't.
....or you are and just have very very low self-esteem. sucks.