How Awkward aka MUCH Later

We just lost 'How Awkward' forever. We got into the lift and a man, who obviously a drug dealer, said “How awkward that you said How Awkward” after our clumsy attempt to invite him in for 'martinis' composed of gin mixed with vodka after meeting him in the lift when he was obviously going to deal drugs to other apartment dwellers. He even stole our key card access from us. And then abused our quote. How awkward. Olly believes he is the far better and smarter man.

To second last night's viewing of Videodrome, today Olly bought Blue Velvet, my all time favourite Lynch film, which we are now watching. So appropriate. I adore Kyle McLaughlan so much. We're currently watching it in French, in honour of Bastille Day. And trying to make Olly go to Harry's to buy pies. And peas.

Tonight we went out with Brad, Hagen, Hayley, Jenna and Clem. We had second rate Japanese, and VB long necks. I had chicken katsu, which was redeemed by the fact that it had an egg broken into it, giving me mother and child in the same bowl. In news, I think the chicken came first. So that's sorted. Good work. The egg was raw which was a little strange.

Then we went to a bar, possibly called the Green Hotel. I drank far too much gin before we went out, so the evening is quite hazy. I can say that Rosie and I played the most embarrassing pool ever and talked to lots of hot Irish men. So it was a good night. Lots of them though we were English which was amusing. I tried not to bring up the Lions tour too much. Mainly as I know nothing about it.

Tomorrow we have plans for a latey late breakfast and lots of shopping. Right now, we need to sing the theme to Blue Velvet very out of tune.