Sometimes I wonder if I drink too much
Having lived in London for 8 years, I can’t really gage anymore. When I first came to London, I had not been drinking for about 3 years. Nothing horrible…I just stopped one day in an effort to drop a few pounds and never started up again. So, when I came here, I was clean. Slowly, slowly, I started drinking.
Fast forward to the present and on the Saturday I had two pints before walking from Covent Garden to Great Eastern Street then another three pints of bitter at the gig. All of this over about a 5 hour period. Brits would call me a light drinker, however, Americans would say that I am binging.
Wild Animal were opening for Pris. Here are two pictures of Wild Animal Playing
These are the notes I took on the night:
“Showing her tits and guzzling beer on stage, with “fuck” every other word out of her mouth, Wrong Animal’s Miss Bee reminded me what it was to be liberated. Every girl wanted to be her, every guy wanted to be in her.”
Except for this guy:
Oh yeah, and the music rocked.
Then it was Pris…Francois, Simon and Rose kicked off with a moody new song and then hit their stride with some classics like “Comes Undone” and “Lipstick Traces.”
Here are Pris:
Then PJ and I briskly walked home talking about the gig and eating sunflower seeds and spitting them out right on the street. I figure I got about 2 hours of aerobic exercise from the walking and the dancing, so that must counter act the alcohol in some way.
On Sunday, I went to Lelly’s 40th dress-like-a-movie-character Fancy Dress party. Here she is:
Of course, I went as Cathy Whitaker in Far from Heaven. To be true to the spirit of my character, I actually don’t remember how much I had to drink. It was free champagne all night, and I can never keep track in those little fluted glasses.