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Okay, so I was writing an update yesterday before all the taxi stuff happened, so that's below. Thanks for all the support on the taxi post - I did call and lodge a complaint against the driver. The woman who took the complaint was cool and apologetic and irate on my behalf, which was cool. My waffling on doing stuff like that is I start thinking that these people don't make a huge amount of money and it makes me feel petty to say something against them.
In other news, my parents are like the cutest ever. They are on their annual roadtrip, and I just got off the phone with them. They're so giddy about all the places they've seen (this time it's the Pacific Northwest, their first time) - I totally get my love of travel from both of them, they love seeing new places and doing new things.
So last week...
Last week was great and wonderful and exhausting.
I saw my brother and his fiancee several times, got caught up on the latest in wedding plans, moving plans, diet plans, etc. They are lovely but stressed - loads to do before they move in January.
And Jo and I hung out loads, which was fantastic - I saw her new flat, had dinner with fandom-type people (if you don't know what that means, don't worry - it's probably an indication of you leaving your home on a regular basis), and met her new boything.
Occasionally, I worked and slept, but there was less of that than the above, and it was infinitely less interesting. On Friday, I managed to combine the three: worked all day, had dinner and drinks with Brad & Lucy, and went to a club with Jo & her BF. I also made the discovery that whoa - am not 23 anymore and staying up all night is not a good idea. :D I made it but it was touch and go for a minute - around two am, I actually fell asleep in the middle of a noisy, crowded club. Just for a second, but this may usurp my twenty-second nap in the National Portrait Gallery as my Most Embarrassing Public Sleeping Experience.
Saturday was all about the catatonia - struggled to stay awake on the Tube back to the hotel from Jo's, got cleaned up and packed, struggled to stay awake in the taxi to Victoria Station, didn't even pretend to stay awake on the train to the airport, made an effort to stay awake in the airport lounge, and then slept all the way home.
Then I slept for 15 hours on Sunday - from midnight to 3pm! So much for a weekend!
In other news, my parents are like the cutest ever. They are on their annual roadtrip, and I just got off the phone with them. They're so giddy about all the places they've seen (this time it's the Pacific Northwest, their first time) - I totally get my love of travel from both of them, they love seeing new places and doing new things.
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So last week...
Last week was great and wonderful and exhausting.
I saw my brother and his fiancee several times, got caught up on the latest in wedding plans, moving plans, diet plans, etc. They are lovely but stressed - loads to do before they move in January.
And Jo and I hung out loads, which was fantastic - I saw her new flat, had dinner with fandom-type people (if you don't know what that means, don't worry - it's probably an indication of you leaving your home on a regular basis), and met her new boything.
Occasionally, I worked and slept, but there was less of that than the above, and it was infinitely less interesting. On Friday, I managed to combine the three: worked all day, had dinner and drinks with Brad & Lucy, and went to a club with Jo & her BF. I also made the discovery that whoa - am not 23 anymore and staying up all night is not a good idea. :D I made it but it was touch and go for a minute - around two am, I actually fell asleep in the middle of a noisy, crowded club. Just for a second, but this may usurp my twenty-second nap in the National Portrait Gallery as my Most Embarrassing Public Sleeping Experience.
Saturday was all about the catatonia - struggled to stay awake on the Tube back to the hotel from Jo's, got cleaned up and packed, struggled to stay awake in the taxi to Victoria Station, didn't even pretend to stay awake on the train to the airport, made an effort to stay awake in the airport lounge, and then slept all the way home.
Then I slept for 15 hours on Sunday - from midnight to 3pm! So much for a weekend!
