The initial weekend plans kind of got left behind, sadly, but I still had a lovely weekend and I keep thinking back about things and smiling to myself, all a bit smug. After a terrible journey to Brighton I finally arrived to meet a nice boy. Went out for some delicious Japanese food (favourite) and had some champagne and nice times. Our sunrise adventure was aborted after the utter downpour on Friday night. Had sushi for breakfast (double favourite) and then with full intentions of taking some wonderful photographs, we headed off to Seven Sisters to explore the forests. After cramming on to a bus packed with nobody under the age of fifty, the bus promptly broke down in the rather weird little seaside village that is Rottingdean. Deciding against hanging around with the oldies for the next bus we had a mini Tuaca pub-crawl before settling for the afternoon in what was the epitome of a strange rural pub.
The day just got weirder and weirder. After finding out that they had a “meat raffle” I was totally into it! I’d never heard of a meat raffle before! Of course it’s totally confusing because I don’t understand why people don’t just go and buy the meat, but I thought it was really weird that people used meat as a prize, as opposed to a bottle of champagne or something equally as traditional. One of my favourite hobbies is just watching people and listening to conversations, so when two neighbouring tables started competing to see who could show off about their previous meat winnings I thought it a little hilarious. “Well we had the pork. And the chicken!” .. “Well we had the beef. It was gorgeous, GORGEOUS!” We didn’t win any meat, but needless to say we were inspired to have a good slab of pork when we got in…
After battling with ourselves about whether to go out or not (I was so tired, still got demon cough and was beginning to lose my voice), we decided to do something we hadn’t done before: go to a strip club! My old housemate is a stripper and ever since her moving in I kept meaning to go down to the club to see what all the fuss is about. I think since I saw a scene from Striptease when I was younger, I’ve always been really interested in pole dancing. I find it fascinating! It’s such a good sport – you’ve got to be really strong to hold yourself, yet also move fluidly to make it sexy (something I’ve not quite mastered yet). The club in itself was nothing like I expected it to be – I thought it’d be incredibly sleazy. The strangest thing was watching naked people being so overtly sexy, but being there in a completely non-sexual manner. I even got a special dance to ‘Daniel’ by Bat For Lashes which was great. Admittedly, I did freak out when a girl came and stroked my thigh and I thought I was going to cry with embarrassment and told her I was just here to see a friend. Most of the time I was just thinking, that’s a nice skirt she’s got on..
On the way home last night I had a big smile on my face and couldn’t stop thinking about the wonderful things that keep happening. I’m really super excited about going to Paris this weekend. To get myself in the French mood I’ll be seeing Martha Wainwright performing a dedication to Edith Piaf on Wednesday. Time to start planning places to go on the trip. Any ideas welcome!
