I got back from probably one of the best starts to a bank holiday weekend you could wish for yesterday. I headed to London Friday afternoon to meet with some of my university pals - Char, Jess & Fran - where we caught up over a homemade afternoon tea made by my gorgeous Italian galpal/hostess Francesca (one of the best carrot cakes ever, not joking). After talking for way too long and loosing track of time we quickly got ready to go see another top girl - Beyonce.
We met more friends (Josh & Claire) and queued excitedly at the O2 to get in. We managed to get a pretty sick standing position which we maximized our dancing space by sitting down before the show started - you cant bootay shake in a crowded area, someone could get hurt. What proceeded was the best show ever, which left us all sweaty, voiceless, happy, depressed and envious all at the same time. I was lucky enough to see her at Glasto too and if you get the chance then go. She's not Queen B for nothing.
The next day between saying "can you believe we saw Beyonce?" and "she's just so much better than you can even imagine" (even, if she wanted to get with me i wold say yes. You don't say no to beyonce - we're crazy with Beyonce fever). We managed to get up and eat bagels with avocado, rocket and poached eggs, such a chore! (Thanks Fran & your mum's chickens!), then drag ourselves to Camden for a mooch around the market. Where, quite frankly i bought a strange array of gifts for myself...
I got these, plus the hat you will see below
I didn't get one of these by the way...
Deformed willy ring, no idea why it hasn't sold!
Posing on the train home
We opted for a bottle of prosecco which went down a treat and then had BLT hot dogs (Fran & Jess - pork sausage with caramelized lettuce and truffle mayonnaise in a bun), a Jose hot dog (me - pork sausage with sour cream, salsa, guacamole and jalapenos in a bun) and sweet potato fries. It was heaven. Delicious hot dog heaven. Its a great mix of posh meets common, around £22 each including service (who were also delicious) highly recommend.
Losing track of time AGAIN and feeling a little flush from the prosecco we giddily got back to Fran's, got ready and went to The Loft in Clapham. All the excitement got too much around 1.30ish so we ordered our maccies (naughty) and fell asleep in the taxi home snuggled up. Very unlike our usual un-tamed selves, I blame Beyonce.
What have you guys been up to this bank holiday so far?