It's been a while since I wrote here, but I was kinda busy, I guess...
Anyways I still have to write about my awesome weekend in London.
I don't think I was ever so excited to see someone back than that moment.
Finally that morning arrived, as soon as I got up bed, grabbed some coffee, packed my bags and left to the train station. I didn't know that the Eurostar had that much safety. I mean, I think it's easier to transport 30kg of cocaïne from Singapore trough Brussels Airport than get a bottle of water trough the Eurostar security. Anyways, after a (actually not so) long train ride I got to London. And of course, it was raining, but I couldn't care less. I was in London. The New York City of Europe.
Ofcourse Nicole (the friend I was meeting) was late. Nicole being on time is the same as watching a dog eating with a fork... Makes no sense.
After we jumped each other in St. Pancreas train station, we went for food and coffee and more food and more coffee. She brang me to Candam... You know those little shops in Turkey with the fake ray ban sunglasses and Jack Daniel shirts? Well exactly like that but with hiphop clothing and bongs. HEAVEN ON EARTH. Ofcourse I bought a lot of stuff on the first day... So with a hand full of bags we went for Chinese. In Candam there is a place where you have ALL food, Chinese, Thai, Indonesia, everything next to each other. The good but really fattening Chinese brought us in a major food coma so we had to rest and have another coffee until we were feeling better.
On our way home we passed Primark. At that moment I turned (of course) into a mental disordered crazy woman and spended a looooot more. Ohwell, walking those bags home was more tiresome for my arms than a full hour of power training my biceps. As soon as we got home I met Nicole's lovely mom and brother. ( aaaand we ate a lot of pizza ).
Day 2
Because I already spended a lot of my money on that huge shopping spree I had, we decided to have a chill out day, drink coffee, talk about boys and drink even more coffee. In the evening I made proper Belgium dinner for Nicole and her family. In the evening we went out to a fancy party. Normally I'm the type of girl who wears ripped jeans with Nike's, sweater and a beenie. She nearly killed me when I said ' I'm ready ' while she was putting on high heels and tight dresses. So Nicole and her moment gave me a quick make over into a lady ( which looked really weird actually but okay, if that makes her happy...) As soon as we were at the party I was happy for the heels. Everyone was in suit sipping champagne and then there was I trying myself not to drown in the Rosé. Ohwell, mrs lightweight I am, I reached my point at rosé nr 2. So I forced Nicole to get me to the Kebab shop. So there were we sitting in a fancy dress, with make up on, drunk (yes I am drunk after 2 wines, believe it or not) eating a big fat kebab which got me in a food coma again and made me leave the party before 1 am in the morning. Isn't that a classy night out? That's how I roll.
