I went to work on Friday. Tired beyond all bounds after being out the night before and cuddling/talking with Pratik and Shahar, who couldn't sleep and came to visit later that night/Friday morning. I went to work on Friday. I fell asleep on the tube but thankfully woke up in time to get off at my stop. I got to work and did my actions methodically. And then Julia told me she and Claire were leaving the office at 12:30 and not coming back till the day's end because they had a meeting in town. I was to "hold down the fort." I went out and bought lunch and sent out the post and then when I got back they left. I spent the next almost 5 hours dancing around the office to glee/whatever fun 80s music was coming on the radio station we listen to at work. Not a bad start to the weekend, eh? Just me, the sunlight streaming in through the open door, bare feet, summer dress, warm breeze, and tunes. Not bad at all I'd say. (I did get my work done first, so no calling me a slacker,k?) So after I got home from work I changed real quick and met up with Erin, Shahar, Shahar's friend Vanessa who is visiting, Jai, and Juan to go to Hyde Park at the Serpentine Bar. They have a Bus Bar that serves....wait for it....GIN AND JUICE! (laaaid back, got my mind on my money and my money on my mind). We were all super excited about sippin on some gin a juice. Then we headed out to Pizza Express (I had been craving Pizza alllll daaaaay lonngggg). I got a pizza that was one of the most rando pizzas I had ever eaten in my life. It was supposed to be a Margherita pizza (your generic basil, tomato, mozzarella) but it had a hole cut out in the middle so it looked kinda like a doughnut and then there was a salad placed inside said hole. It was weird. Delicious, but weird. After the pizza and drinks (I met up with my old boyfriend Jacky D for the first time in many weeks) we headed to Al Arez to smoke some...and drink some more. We introduced Juan and Vanessa and Erin to Ali and the rest of the crew at Al Arez. We were there for a few hours. Just chatting. It was nice and chill. We left there and Ali, who wasn't working, decided to come with us. We went to the liquor store on the way home and got some yummies (hello Jose, looks like I got to meet both of my boyfriends on the same night) and then headed back to the Crofton. At 1:30 in the morning what do we decide to do? Play Kings. For hours. Then we played Mexico. Then we were all drunk. Like really drunk. Jay knocked over the table, Juan knocked over drinks (multiple) and we finally decided it was time to go to bed. At like 6:30 AM. Yah. Like I said. We played for hours. It was a nice little throwback to apartment parties at BU...just a little bit of a different crowd (miss you guys back there!)
See the problem is that we snuck Ali into the Crofton without signing him in because by the time we got there it was already too late. So sneaking him out at this point (it was already mad light outside) would have been a dumb idea for us. So we kept him. He came and snuggled with me. Too bad SOMEONE has a hard time sleeping past 11 AM. That jerk (sweet person, but jerk nonetheless) woke me up at friggin 11:30 AM and WOULD NOT let me go back to sleep. So I finally got up, showered, and then went to go make some food while he showered. We went down and he had breakfast with the boys and then made specific plans for who was to do what for the picnic we had planned for today. We were supposed to picnic at 3 but, considering it was already like...2? by this time, That was not going to happen. So we decided to do it at 4:30 instead. We sent Ali home to gather the sheisha and stuff, and then we all prepped to go out and meet him there. I went to my room and napped (good prep, right?) and then we left the Crofton - taking Jen and Drew with us this time - and met up with Ali again. We got Mcdolands (haha just bear with me its a lot better in London than it is in the States). And then we went to Hyde Park and ate and smoked and just hung out for a few hours. We were going to take some more alcohol but, considering the events of the day - both at the park and after - it's probably a good thing we didn't. See while we were at the park there were these kids were playing football (soccer). But in Hyde Park, where there was SO MUCH FUCKING ROOM, the decided to play in the closest proximity to us they could. Regardless of the fact that nobody was playing in any of the completely free space right next to them on the other side. THEY HAD SO MUCH ROOM. The result was: I got a ball in the face. Jen got kicked in the back, Vanessa got kicked in the butt, and I almost beat the shit out of some little kids and their dad who couldn't control them. Juan's comment: "thank god we didn't' feed Radhika alcohol. That kid has no idea how close he brushed with death today." Stupid kids. Stupid father. Control that shit.
After eating our food, playing with the enormous beach ball that Shahar had, and smoking some delicious sheisha (courtesy of one of my favorite lebanese men in the world - because I know so many now - we left the park and went back to the Crofton to pregame and change clothing. What exactly were we pregaming for? Oh you just wait to hear. We got dressed in our best rager outfits and went to town on some drinks. I want to say (for the record) that I was actually fed vodka on this night. I don't drink vodka. It makes me angry and it makes me dumb. And I don't like being those things. But I drank vodka. We all make dumb decisions sometimes, right?
So after getting WELL drunk we headed out to this place in Islington called The Relentless Garage. And this, my dear friends, was the venue of the London AIR GUITAR COMPETITION. Our very own Drew Millard, aka OSCAR DE LA SATAN was entered in it and ready to show them what some american blood was capable of doing on stage armed with nothing but his very own energy and imagination and some very riled up groupies. Dressed like a complete madman, Oscar comes out and hands me his beer. He means business. He got on there and rocked the air guitar like I have never seen any man, woman, or god do before in my life. 
If you ever come across Oscar de la Satan be afraid that he will melt your face off using nothing but solid air. After the air guitar competition, we hung around Relentless Guitar drinking, listening to music and just goofing off having a good time. This is around where I start to forget some stuff. I know I talked to some guys and one of them was named Chetan. He tried to convince me that our good buddy Oscar had stolen his surname from him - that he was Chetan de la Satan. Puh Lease buddy. Lets not kid ourselves here. He did, however, get really excited/not believe me that I was from Tennessee and that I love Jack Daniels. So I challenged him to buy me some and figure out himself is what I was told. But apparently right after I downed the Jack, my other boy Juan decided I had had enough and at the risk of getting myself into some real trouble (I tend to walk off with strangers when blackout drunk) so he told me we were leaving. And so we did. But not before (apparently) obtaining Subway from God knows where at 3 AM, having Drew bite a hole into the blow up guitar I had gotten at the bar, peeing in an alleyway (oops) and running down the street screaming "MY TITS ARE FROZEN" (to which Drew responded "I have a lighter would you like me to light them up for you?") I can't help it. My boobs get cold before the rest of me does. We finally got home and went to bed.
Sunday morning Jen and I woke up at 8:30 AM. The alarm we had set for 8? Never went off. We were supposed to be leaving for Brighton at 8:45. Yah. Shit. We literally both got ready in a record 6 minutes (I brushed my teeth, peed, washed face, and put on my bikini) and ran out the door to go to where the bus is supposed to pick us up - normally a 15 minute walk. We thankfully make it on the bus and, as the tour guide starts to talk to us, I promptly pass out for the two hour drive to Brighton. Jay wakes me up when we get there and we get off and go to the Pavillion. We have a guided tour of this crazy palace - the only one the royal family no longer owns in all of England because one member thought it was too small and sold it - and then head to get lunch. After that we spent our day at the pier, on the beach, took a train ride to the Marina and back, went to the Carnival that was going on, and soaked up the sun. It felt so nice to be out at a beach. We then boarded the bus back to London. I fell asleep again. I didn't get much sleep the past two days, so these bus rides were very welcome to me. When we got off the bus I came back to the Crofton and napped for another hour after which I went to Stanhope to meet up with our favorite bartenders and Shahar, Jay, and Juan. I learned how to play darts, and then watched "The Power" dominate at the game. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. If I can ever learn to master the game, I want to be just like him :) After some crazy intense darts, we went back to the Crofton and I took on a game of Monopoly with Juan, Jay and Drew. And though it seemed I was going to kick some ass, I ended up crashing miserably and burning. But its ok. No love lost. I will get you boys next time ...... muahahahahaha. After that I went to bed. My back was killing me and it was going to be another Monday at work :) Although this week is going to be INSANEly amazing with Melpomeni's album launching and the launch party on Thursday and PARIS this weeked. Can't wait. There will definitely be more amazingness to come. Mmmmmm rested and rejuvenated I am ready to do these last two weeks in London the proper way. Watch out London (and Londoners too, I am giving you ample warning) if you see me walking down the street, you had best walk the other way if you even think for a second you can't handle me :)
Radhi
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