I had a lovely time on my birthday. I love my friends.
Mine was the first of many Virgo Birthdays to come in the next month...Caisa, Roro, Nathan, Rosie, Brad, Daniel...I feel so lucky to celebrate the birth of such wonderful people! This weekend was certainly what I needed to erase the general malaise and negativity I was feeling about life. Nothing like a warehouse party followed by party at caisa and roro's followed by party at katia's followed by cava in the sun followed by dancing at shoreditch house followed by falafel followed by sleep followed by notting hill carnival to make you feel good about life!
Tomorrow I move. I like moving. Fresh start and all that jazz. Let's say I am cautiously optimistic about this month.
On Sunday, I turn 27. A shitty end to an even shittier month.
July was awesome, right guys? Wasn't July fucking great? The weather was amazing, I was on a festival high, we were working towards an exhibition, playing gigs with my band...I felt blessed to live where I live and have so many wonderful interesting friends.
Then August. Fucking August.
Firstly, one of my very best friends and my closest ally in London is no longer speaking to me because of something I did. Losing her means losing many other lovely people who she is close to. Fuck.
Oh ya, and I am no longer singing with Private Lives. So there's that...
Exhibition ends, post-exhibition blues and aimlessness sets in.
Then there was the stress of finding a new flat (which I did, right by broadway market)...but now my insistence on living alone has created a major fear of the loneliness I might feel living in a little box with no one to distract me from my often depressive thoughts. Living alone SHOULD be good for me, but at the moment it seems incredibly daunting.
And now, to top it all off, I have a kidney infection and might need to be hospitalized. That means I most likely will not be attending Shambala Festival as I had planned. GOD WHY am I always sick?
All this 2 measly days before my 27th Birthday.
At times like this, I really really really miss my family and friends back home. It's easy to love the London life when everything is hunky dory...but right now I just want my mommy to hug me, tell me how great I am and that everything will work out in the end, and then rub my back until I fall asleep. Sigh.
Ok. So maybe I am whining. I DID just get back from 5 days in a Paradise called Amorgos.
I was there with my lovely friend Tonga, her INSANELY interesting mother Ywonna, and her cousin Rohan. It was just what I needed to SORT OF pull myself out of a funk. A lot of swimming, hiking, gardening and writing helped clear my head a bit...I feel slightly more ready to take on the world...Perhaps I just needed to vent.
One beacon of light is that one of my films is now a top five finalist in the Kopparberg Klash and Vice Magazine film competition. The Finalists party, where they announce the winner, is at Queen of Hoxton on Wednesday Sept 1. Winners announced at 11. So come help me celebrate!
Oh ya. And birthday on Sunday. 27. Holy crap, how the hell did that happen???
Last Saturday I had the last house party I will ever have in my wicked huge house. I had a lovely time, I am pretty sure.
Predictably I did the worm and changed my outfit eleven times. I am considering changing my routine of party tricks for fear of becoming predictable. Maybe instead I will teach people how to bait a hook and french braid their own hair? That sounds mildly more interesting...
I will miss 79 Harrowgate Road. This house has done me proud.
Also, last night was fun! Katia! Leo! Victor! Alibi! Snooker!
Seriously though. This place was awesome. The meeting was at The Windsor Castle, which is pretty much the most British place I have ever been. There was an entire wall dedicated to photos of the Queen Mother, for gods sake.
As far as I can tell, the club basically consists of 60 year old men with tattoos, fancy silk ties, and gigantic facial hair...and my 24 year old friend Nick.
So the exhibition is all finished, and it went super duper well. Somehow, it magically came together at the last moment (as these things always do) and was a success. Here are some photos that Uli took at the Private View...
There were loads of parties all weekend as well, and I am sure I don't have to tell you that I partook in a few of them. Of course, in typical me fashion, I managed to break my brand new iphone and lose my camera for 24 hours. But that just proves I was having the correct amount of fun, right?
