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After all, tomorrow is another day.

Thanks to verlaine and saucebook for the moral support and company last night, and to saucebook for introducing me to the most excellent Cuban bar in Camden where we chatted to a cute Greek barman named Angelo and drank the beauttiful coctails he made.

I was hammered within an inch of my life after two of the concotions but my alchohol incapacity is hardly a novelty now and I'd had three drinks before that. Walking in straight lines is hard enough to achieve for me when I'm sober, so I was just happy I was able to put one foot in the other in the correct direction.

My misadventure of the night was managing to get locked in the toilets. After about of five minutes of trying to fiddle with the lock, I calmed myself down with the thought that eventually even if I didn't find a way to manage to get myself free saucebook would probably come looking for me and I'd plead for rescue. The opening under the door was too narrow for me to crawl under (probably fortuitous, extended contact with toilet floors is not something I'm particularly keen on), so I tried climbing on top of the toilet and attempting to climb over the toilet stall. This was also doomed to failure as I was really rather tipsy and the top of the stall door seemed to have an awfully high drop down so I put it aside as Plan B. Tried climbing over the toilet into the next stall instead but gave up that notion when I saw the state of that loo and went back to trying to fiddle with the lock. And after about five more minutes of bashing the loo door with my shoulder (fortuitously anesthetised by all the ethanol already in my system) it gave and I was free! Hurray. So I merrily skipped on down the stairs and drank coctails to celebrate.

Getting blindingly drunk had been exactly what the doctor ordered and by the end of the night I was feeling thoroughly uplifted and in excellent spirits.
today
I was just sober enough to not attempt to do anything foolish like put together the futon sofa currently still in component parts in my room, and instead snagged some blankets and passed out on the living room floor. My general state of bliss was only deepened by the fact that my boss had ordered me not to come into work today so I could catch up on my sleep which is what I have joyously been doing for the past 11 hours.

Hurray! A lovely, lovely, lovely night!

I'm feeling all refreshed and ready to tackle the assemblage of my future bed, and all excited about the Nick Cave concert @ Brixton Academy tonight. I'm listening to the Curse of Millhaven in preparation and the only downside to all this debauchery is that my NaNo count is looking all forlorn and dejected at 15k and may well be doomed to languish there because next few days are going to be rather horribly busy and people are starting to get slightly offended by all the death threats I fling at them each time I try to write and they interrupt me so I may give up writing for a bit before actual heads start rolling.

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verlaine
Nov. 12th, 2004 02:48 am (UTC)
This post could give rise to an interesting straw poll: how long would you wait for a person who's gone to the loo before sending someone in to look for them? Being a man of infinite patience I think it'd take me at least half an hour.
rainsinger
Nov. 12th, 2004 02:54 am (UTC)
Being a woman bad with time it would probably take me something like an hour to notice they really ought to have been back by now, and probably another half hour to do something about it which I'd spend contemplating whether they'd really gone to the loo or simply used that as an excuse to under the cover of dark run away toAmerica! ;)
miss_newham
Nov. 12th, 2004 03:00 am (UTC)
It would depend on gender. If female, they would most likely be queuing. If male, they would be doing mysterious man-things which appear to take at least half an hour anyway. (What do they do which takes so long? No, I don't really want to know...)

See you in Brixton.
verlaine
Nov. 12th, 2004 03:06 am (UTC)
Thing is, *real* men view a trip to the loo as a smash-and-grab type affair where the objective is to get in and get out again in the quickest time possible. Unless I am party to special information about bowel problems, my alarm bells would start going off if a man didn't emerge from the bathroom within 5-10 minutes. Women can entertain themselves in a public toilet for months though, as far as I can tell.

Are you going to be in Brixton before the gig at all? I'm going there straight from work, so I should be in the area easily by 6.
miss_newham
Nov. 12th, 2004 03:11 am (UTC)
Clearly I don't know many real men then...
Not really, I'm working till seven and then heading to the Goose on Brixton Road to attempt to find three people who've never met each other before. But rainsinger?
bluedevi
Nov. 12th, 2004 05:28 am (UTC)
Re: Clearly I don't know many real men then...
Maybe we should use the Goose as a general meeting-up place? Though it'll probably be crammed.
miss_newham
Nov. 12th, 2004 08:00 am (UTC)
Re: Clearly I don't know many real men then...
I know, but I don't know anywhere else in Brixton and had to think of somewhere obvious to direct an out-of-towner to. I've never actually been inside, so crammed it gets. If anyone has a better idea, please text me.
bluedevi
Nov. 12th, 2004 08:59 am (UTC)
Re: Clearly I don't know many real men then...
There's the Beehive across the road, but that is scary and full of beggars.
twistedserious
Nov. 12th, 2004 03:02 am (UTC)
people are starting to get slightly offended by all the death threats I fling at them each time I try to write and they interrupt me

Feh! You're perfectly well within your rights to threaten with death or other less plesant things when someone interrupts writing, you know. ;o) Silly people to be offended...
ninetimestodie
Nov. 12th, 2004 03:18 am (UTC)
Toilet stalls can be evil! You should see the joys of Blackburn toilets. You're lucky if you get a lock that works at all. In one particular dive, the toilet doors have a tendancy to hang on only one hinge. Northern toilets, noooo.
saucebook
Nov. 12th, 2004 02:05 pm (UTC)
yep, not a bad little spot for cocktails. epecially with the entertainment of agilos thrown in.

I was starting to get concerned, but that said it isn't the longest I've waited for someone to come back from the Ladies. Perhaps they're all getting stuck and you're the only one who owned up?
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