Monday, February 07, 2005
48-hour party people
Whew. Van's birthday weekend was a lot more exhausting than I'd thought it would be.
On Friday - her actual birthday - we went out for cocktails and dinner at Trader Vic's, courtesy of Thip and Vong, the Laotian sisters. Vong used to work in the Hilton and so got us a hefty 50% discount. Which was fortunate, as the bill came to something like £380 - whew! Not easy to stomach, especially since most of the people at the table were students.
The food itself wasn't bad at all, and Van especially enjoyed her gifts - champagne and a TimeOut Film guide 2005. I'm just happy that in such a short time Van's made so many good friends. In addition to her uni friends Jon was there as well - he's a Pinoy on short assignment for Ernst & Young. We've been taking him out on the party circuit and he's reciprocated by allowing us to detoxify in his flat near Smithfield's meat market.
On Saturday, I decided to start the morning by cleaning up the flat and dumped the contents of the vacuum cleaner into the bin. Big mistake; whatever mutant viruses were breeding in there soon triggered my dormant allergies. I pumped myself full of steroids so as not to spoil that night's events, and somehow survived the day.
That evening, the party crew was out in full force for her birthday celebrations. Notting Hill Arts Club was the venue of choice as it had all of the elements for a reasonably good night out:
a) free before 8pm; happy hour on cocktails and beer before 9
b) reasonably good music and an intimate dance area
c) lots of comfy couches and seats! (Although as always you had to be a bit territorial with your group space)
Lots of people came - from all over our barkada spectrum. Winnie, Sunshine and even Anj were all able to come. (Just feeling a tiny bit jealous, there.) Van played hostess and I bounced between people, dancing, drinking and generally making a nuisance of myself. We did fine until Van had the One Drink Too Many(tm) courtesy of Andrew; and we had to make our exit just past midnight.
For the second weekend running we wound up sleeping over at Jon's. I suffered what became a full blown fever; Van just had a raging hangover. Jon was alright but seemed worse for wear; we all watched football highlights and drank orange juice. Then it was time to go home on the slowest f*kin train in the UK: a 2 hour ride from the City Thameslink to Wimbledon. Honestly, it felt like we were given the snail's tour of South London. By the time I crawled home it was all I could do to swallow some paracetamol and watch Voyager reruns till bedtime.
Miraculously, this morning the fever broke and I was able to get into work. Van was an angel and nursed me back to health with cranberry juice.
Damned if I didn't dream about dragons last night, too.
On Friday - her actual birthday - we went out for cocktails and dinner at Trader Vic's, courtesy of Thip and Vong, the Laotian sisters. Vong used to work in the Hilton and so got us a hefty 50% discount. Which was fortunate, as the bill came to something like £380 - whew! Not easy to stomach, especially since most of the people at the table were students.
The food itself wasn't bad at all, and Van especially enjoyed her gifts - champagne and a TimeOut Film guide 2005. I'm just happy that in such a short time Van's made so many good friends. In addition to her uni friends Jon was there as well - he's a Pinoy on short assignment for Ernst & Young. We've been taking him out on the party circuit and he's reciprocated by allowing us to detoxify in his flat near Smithfield's meat market.
On Saturday, I decided to start the morning by cleaning up the flat and dumped the contents of the vacuum cleaner into the bin. Big mistake; whatever mutant viruses were breeding in there soon triggered my dormant allergies. I pumped myself full of steroids so as not to spoil that night's events, and somehow survived the day.
That evening, the party crew was out in full force for her birthday celebrations. Notting Hill Arts Club was the venue of choice as it had all of the elements for a reasonably good night out:
a) free before 8pm; happy hour on cocktails and beer before 9
b) reasonably good music and an intimate dance area
c) lots of comfy couches and seats! (Although as always you had to be a bit territorial with your group space)
Lots of people came - from all over our barkada spectrum. Winnie, Sunshine and even Anj were all able to come. (Just feeling a tiny bit jealous, there.) Van played hostess and I bounced between people, dancing, drinking and generally making a nuisance of myself. We did fine until Van had the One Drink Too Many(tm) courtesy of Andrew; and we had to make our exit just past midnight.
For the second weekend running we wound up sleeping over at Jon's. I suffered what became a full blown fever; Van just had a raging hangover. Jon was alright but seemed worse for wear; we all watched football highlights and drank orange juice. Then it was time to go home on the slowest f*kin train in the UK: a 2 hour ride from the City Thameslink to Wimbledon. Honestly, it felt like we were given the snail's tour of South London. By the time I crawled home it was all I could do to swallow some paracetamol and watch Voyager reruns till bedtime.
Miraculously, this morning the fever broke and I was able to get into work. Van was an angel and nursed me back to health with cranberry juice.
Damned if I didn't dream about dragons last night, too.
Comments:
I miss going to parties :( I've been working hard since I got here. Hey! Rest if you must, don't overwork yourself! -- www.teachersol.blog-city.com
I miss going to parties :( I've been working hard since I got here. Hey! Rest if you must, don't overwork yourself! -- www.teachersol.blog-city.com
i admire you for your endurance to party. i'd be pooped if i have to be doing that for hours.:) nice site btw.
i admire you for your endurance to party. i'd be pooped if i have to be doing that for hours.:) nice site btw.
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