Somebody stop her
Hi Hobies
Things have been a little tense at the Fulham flat (major understatement) and Claire and I are currently living in the lovely Knightsbridge at her step mum's pad which boasts Harrods and Harvey Nichols just around the corner. Anyway because of the stress of finding another place to live, on top of the tension within our Fulham flat I disgraced myself in the most unladylike, unclassy way on Thursday night. For any family members, it was similar to Christmas Eve 2000...
...after drinking the contents of a medium bottle of vodka (some of it straight) and dancing along to the likes of Daniel Powter’s - Bad Day, Coldplay and the ass shaking Pussycat Dolls song - Don't cha, we headed to The Slug (how, I don’t remember.) Once inside I decided no I wasn’t drunk enough and ordered a glass of wine…hmm. I then chose to try out my dance moves – somehow my hand eye coordination was a little gone, then made my way outside for a sit down on the nice cool concrete. Claire was my wing lady and looked after me for most of the evening – thanks luv! Surprisingly I made it to work the next day with little more than sore legs from my yoga-like dancing and an even sorer ego.
I am thankful to say Friday night was much tamer. Claire, Alice and I went to Chan4 Bar and socialised with the security team.
Saturday was brilliant. After a lazy morning we went to view a property which resembled ‘Grandma’s house’ (so that’s a no) then spent the afternoon getting ready for a night out at Belushi’s which is a new bar in Fulham. It was heaps of fun, my dancing was a little more coordinated so much so that one guy asked for a dance off. After putting some money down we showcased our greatest moves then a group of seven or eight guys voted…funnily enough I won (I don’t think it was all that fair that only men voted but I’m not complaining!) We then had a Sunday Sex and the City fest with snacks and a good nights sleep .
Love and ass slaps
Rachixxx
Things have been a little tense at the Fulham flat (major understatement) and Claire and I are currently living in the lovely Knightsbridge at her step mum's pad which boasts Harrods and Harvey Nichols just around the corner. Anyway because of the stress of finding another place to live, on top of the tension within our Fulham flat I disgraced myself in the most unladylike, unclassy way on Thursday night. For any family members, it was similar to Christmas Eve 2000...
...after drinking the contents of a medium bottle of vodka (some of it straight) and dancing along to the likes of Daniel Powter’s - Bad Day, Coldplay and the ass shaking Pussycat Dolls song - Don't cha, we headed to The Slug (how, I don’t remember.) Once inside I decided no I wasn’t drunk enough and ordered a glass of wine…hmm. I then chose to try out my dance moves – somehow my hand eye coordination was a little gone, then made my way outside for a sit down on the nice cool concrete. Claire was my wing lady and looked after me for most of the evening – thanks luv! Surprisingly I made it to work the next day with little more than sore legs from my yoga-like dancing and an even sorer ego.
I am thankful to say Friday night was much tamer. Claire, Alice and I went to Chan4 Bar and socialised with the security team.
Saturday was brilliant. After a lazy morning we went to view a property which resembled ‘Grandma’s house’ (so that’s a no) then spent the afternoon getting ready for a night out at Belushi’s which is a new bar in Fulham. It was heaps of fun, my dancing was a little more coordinated so much so that one guy asked for a dance off. After putting some money down we showcased our greatest moves then a group of seven or eight guys voted…funnily enough I won (I don’t think it was all that fair that only men voted but I’m not complaining!) We then had a Sunday Sex and the City fest with snacks and a good nights sleep .
Love and ass slaps
Rachixxx
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