I've always thought that entering into the weekend with a new look is the best way, so Mish and I took the day off on Friday to get a haircut at the Tony & Guy Academy which, as usual, was a lengthy affair, especially when the building was flooding and water started coming through the lights. A class full of male Greek hairdressers made for an interesting show, especially when upon finishing with us got straight onto the important affair of doing there own hair. I had a lovely Russian guy from Moscow dying my hair; he spoke no English so there was a translator on hand to let me know what was happening.
That evening, complete with no money, multicoloured hair, and a burning desire to have a long drink, we played on Graeme's new Wii; how great are they, and the next morning I woke up with rather sore muscles.
Saturday brought with it a surprise birthday drinks for Miriam's birthday, and even though Adam is a terrible liar, and the plan was foiled by the fact that no one knew anyone else so were unable to stop any strays from early entrances, she was still suprised. We ended up joining a Monopoly pub crawl, and I eloped to Fran & Thea's hat party later in the night.
Despite this run of events, I was still able to kick it up at the Lovebox Weekender on Sunday. Although Mish and I were a little late and missed Nouvelle Vague, argh, we had a wicked time dancing the day into night.
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