That's exactly how I feel right now. A new week began today and I feel like I've been hit by a truck. This last weekend was absolutely mad and I'm not sure how much I'd like to repeat the experience. Between spending loads of money shopping on Saturday morning and partying like it was 1999 until Sunday morning...I think I may have aged ten or so years. I know I'm young and all, but seriously? How can some people do it every single weekend? I'm in awe, the bad kind. Maybe.
My Saturday date turned into a full blown Central London experience. Bar and club hopping till the early hours of morning, spicing it up with alcohol and the faint smell of weed. What, you say. Oh yes, people downtown London are insane. They don't care that drugs are illegal or that it's tacky to sit outside a pub and drink your sorrows (or not) away. I swear, I think everyone was out this weekend. When I got to Oxford Circus Saturday evening, a thousand people must've thought I was crazy. Because I was the only one staring like I'd never seen people before. So crowded, it felt like you couldn't even breathe properly. But oddly enough, it wasn't a bad feeling. It kinda made me happy deep down, because after all...this is what I've wanted all along. And well, London at night makes it all worth it.
So, to conclude. This weekend = fucking crazy. I met people who don't give a fuck if they spend too much (which uhm, yeah I like!), champagne was flying everywhere and just the feeling of being outside in what I think is the most amazing city in the world...No regrets. None, whatsoever.
Voila, my darlings. My alcohol binging - coke snorting - weed smoking - London sightseeing - club hopping Saturday night experience. You might have to guess which of those I did and which not. Cause yeah, not all my experiences, hah. Just a few things I got to witness, that's all.
Until next time. :)
I kinda like this song. And for some reason, after my date...it feels right.
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