days...go

Shall I do a laundry list? My life has been reduced to points. No more time for prose. A consequence of my manager's 'persnickety' editorial sense and my eternal lack of time. Actually, I do have my evenings but looking at a computer screen after hours is too much to ask.

Thursday: Caught up with Cameron at Costa Dorada over tapas and some flamenco dancers. Okay, not 'over' flamenco dancers, that's more than I could hope for, but hopefully you get my drift. The place used to be a total dive with those glass hoods over the tapas like in real Spanish bars. I liked it better then. Dirty is good.

Friday: Did I meet someone for drinks? I can't remember. I think I did but every Friday seems like the last...

Saturday: Studied financial derivatives and watched Gladiator with a poorly Matt. Am I the only one who finds that movie total crap? But Connie Nielsen's outfits and pretorian uniforms make it all worthwhile...

Sunday: A perfect day. Spent the early afternoon preparing chicken curry and aloo gobi while catching up with Raquel. Somewhere in there a droplet of hot oil bit my lip and now I am hideously deformed. Sort of. Well, it's painful for a vain individual as myself to host friends with bits of toothpaste on my lip. Janice was back in town (yay!) and of course, when we three ladies get talking, the men quickly clear out.

Today: surprise surprise, studying even more!

Tomorrow: Fashion show/benefit at Pacha night club. I haven't been to Pacha in...well in ages. I'm praying to find something/someone beautiful. Not to have, simply to observe. Really, it is that difficult to find in London.

Thursday: Drinks at the Long Bar, perhaps a celebration of the end of my exams?

Friday: is always a blur. I never remember Fridays. Usually because I'm exhausted, not because I'm wasted. How boring am I?

Saturday: Dinner at OXO Tower? Drinks at Vertigo42? Give me champers and I'm a happy (ahem, stupid) woman. (Did I read that right? Does that say a high of 15 and sunny?)

Sunday: Another one of dem brilliant lunches to look forward to, perhaps the last one for a very long time where the rowdy girls will be together. (sniffle).


On the docket:
Graz in late April with Mel.
Goettingen in June to see Momma Russia?
Lisboa in July to see Depeche Mode and Portuguese beaches?
Warsaw in August to see la Mexicana?
India in December. Unless bird flu f's things up.
6 weeks (semi)-vacation for graduate training in Autumn

I think that leaves 5 days of holidays. I'm sure that will involve a mad dash towards the mediterranean in a desperate attempt to hold on to a bit of sun before re-entering the dismal winter months. Or maybe I'll go to Penang...but when will I get to see Sadie?