Weekend antics

So, who wants to hear about my weekend?!

Well it all started with one of my dearest friends coming to visit on Friday, we had dinner, bought trashy magazines and had a good old natter with a bottle of wine. I realised it's been quite a while since we spent quality time together, i'd almost forgotten what it was like. That's my own fault i guess, from leaving my two best mates and moving to London. I go and visit as much as i can but we seem to only grab a few moments together, or there's other people around or stuff going on. I really just miss hanging out with her. Anyway, we spent friday night talking over Big Brother and Saturday morning we went and had a makeover day, where we got our hair all big and footballers wives style and got photographic make up put on us. We then spent the rest of the morning in front of the camera, posing and having a right giggle with the photographer. It was especially funny when we made him get the wind machine out!

We then said our goodbyes, still all big hair and even bigger make up, and went our separate ways, her to Bristol, me to Shepherds Bush.

I spent the rest of the afternoon at Endemol studios, auditioning for a new reality tv show. I can't say too much, but it took four hours, lots of form filling in, an interview on camera, group activity (which was also filmed) and a DNA swab...

Intrigued aren't you?!

I then rushed home from there, dropped my bag off and ran out the door again to go to a 30th Birthday Party in Paradise Bar in Kensal Green. My housemate and i ended up on the dance floor most of the night. It was super sweaty and hot, but the music was pumping and Karen and i did some "expressive" dancing.

My lovely friend then informed me that she quite liked the DJ (as most tipsy women tend to do - don't get upset Jay, i'm sure it's not the same for your DJ!!). So we moved closer to the DJ booth. I noticed a guy dancing near the booth, he seemed to have been there all night so i struck up some kind of conversation with him. He told me he was mates with the DJ. Great news! I then wondered how i was going to let this guy know that both Karen and i were interested in him and his mate. So, ever so cooly, i asked him if they were both single. We were in luck!

As the night finished, Tico and the Dj, who went by the name of Ali, took us out to the garden area to cool down and smoke. Well, not me, i'm a good girl. They then asked if we wanted to go back to Ali's place in Hampstead. We sensibly said no. Then changed our minds. Women's perogative.

His place was amazing. He owns a gorgeous 3 bed flat right in the centre of Hampstead. It was modern and tidy...two things we weren't expecting! The flat held an even bigger suprise. Not only did it have a great roof top garden, it also had access to a clock tower. It turns out Ali is the keeper of the clock! He is the only one who has access to it, has to turn the light on at night and wind it forward and back for daylight savings! And even more spectacular, after climbing some very small ladders (i sensibly took my heels off), a hatch opens up to the roof of the clock tower with the most stunning view of the whole of London! We could see right across to the Eye and the Gherkin! Amazing. Perfect spot for a kiss i thought. But i guess Tico was either not into me or a REAL gentleman...let's hope it's the latter!

At about 4.30am we called a cab. We were offered a bed but decided we'd begun to feel a bit rough and wanted to wake up in our own beds. After swapping numbers we clambered into a cab as the sun came up.

Sunday involved sleeping, sunbathing in the park and more sleeping. All in all a pretty good weekend!

Looking forward to more like it!

p.s Not all Muslims are terroists, some like to watch telly and pluck their eyebrows of an evening. Just so ya know ;-)