Nice enough weekend; Ade's gig on Friday was of the chain. I almost broke my ankle practically running up and down bond street, was so freaking worried i was mega late and going to get a proper telling off, as he mentioned earlier, "Lerie don't be late".
And there was the issue of leaving my darling mboni out in the cold, I really don't get it, in my teens it was about being fashionably late, but this ludicrous habit has rather stuck on to me, and I promise you not for the better.
First I had to get over my bad hair day melt down, was really bored a couple of nights before, was watching new videos on TV, and thought, gosh, y don't i get a hair cut, wow, great idea, and so the scissors did the job and i thought cool, am really working the 'weird but it works' look. Anyways enough with that now. i ended up leaving my house to a gig with a beret, then i realised, its actually not bad, its not like am going clubbing or even worse i wasn't exactly going on the pull at this gospel gig.
Making sure we secure the front row, well actually the second row, as on the front row were these girls who thought they were gonna be on trl or something (you know the ones that have to be the brightest and loudest-look at us,if ur blind, hear us- you know the type); anyways, the beats wer slamming, i found my feet and arms moving despite the fact that i wasnt on the alchy...i lie, i did have a large glass of apple martini at mi casa, ok, ok, but u get me though..lol
Yeah and there was that other guy, cant remember his name...his lyrics were tight mehhhnn....'he is the bridge...wat..he is the bridge'
OOps, i forgot to charge my batteries, real smart lerie, u go girl. Had a good time, was hungry though, got home with my ankle almost ripped off (another, long story) at the gig i kept thinking about the spicy wings i forgot to eat, hmmmm, could practically smell them all the way from hendon. But of course, that was the first thing i did as i walked in.....devoured the damn things.
Thursday, 1 February 2007
I was struggling for my brother's hoodies, as he said, BUY UR OWN LERIE. and i thought,........ oh yeah, actually i can. Next time I'm in h&m I'll be shopping in the homme section, getting an xtra xtra small hoodie, there's the retro hiphop/punk rock tees and hoodies, teamed with denim minis or shorts and sexy patent heels, with tights of course, hmmmm...Bag lady i say. Then there's the daddy's cashmere and boyfriend crisp white shirt...hmmmmm, am i being creative, or just looking for treatment for my extreme idleness???? or is it actually sexy to wear boys clothes????
Its gonna be such a refreshing spring, I cant say I'll miss my winter coats and macs. My back hurts from all the heavy weight clothing. Now white, all things white, shirts, skinnies, baggy trousers, shoes, bags, nothing oozes FRESH, LUXURY, SEXY, more than that crisp freshness of WHITE. Okay you don't have to wear all at once, but a white shirt, denim -be it skinnies, shorts or a mini with lots of accessories, gold chains, delicious looking leather bag, even better, the shirt dress, very dramatic, teamed up with leggings.
I'm definitely taking my cue from Stella McCartney and Luella, big shirts, white of course, baggy cotton trouser, as its still kinda chilly, tailored blazers, oh its so sexy. Now I just need to find the dosh to indulge in this new obsession.
A very exciting opportunity for crazy, sexy, cool younglins to gather and celebrate this season of love, romance, passion, profit for Clinton cards and lastminute.com, lust, greed, dissatisfaction and ultimate realizations of phenomenons (like how much of a scrooge your boyfriend is to buy you a picture frame...like..duuhhhh???, didn't he already suprise you with a frame last year, i mean like flick a switch in the brain department.)
NOTE: If i lost you there....to celebrate this season of ...LOVE...at Stringfellows, now that's hot! Actually, on a weekday??? hmmmm. Its funny, but after years of complaining, bitching and buying two presents, (cheap trash - in case that's what you get, and a break the bank present - in case that's what you get), I'm fed up with the "what are you doing for vals?" rant. Uche reckons am just hating, but I really don't think I am. I can't be bothered to waste my money, time and energy, trying to figure out what to buy, what to wear, where to go, oh my gosh, what's he gonna get me. My people, we are supposed to go to church to celebrate St. Valentine...remember him?
Well...actually, I wouldn't mind getting that Swarovski charm bracelet I've been eyeing since God knows when, and If someone did just happen to show up at my flat to take me to dinner I'll be thrilled.(not to D'Den, or Nando's, or Buka, or Wagamama, pleeeassseee)Oh yeah and there's the Sanctuary spa that I walk past, every time I'm hustling through Covent Garden, my eyebrows are long overdue for threading, my fringe just hides the Betty Suarez look.
Arrgrrgh, now there's a full 14 days or so to go, and I have to endure all things pink and heart decorated. I'm kinda morphing into those guys that say, I don't care about Valentines day, why do we have to celebrate love on one particular day, why can't it be any day we choose, I don't believe in it. (scrooges i say...........scrooges)
If I don't care, why am I up at 4.55am writing about it???
Three options, I'll go see Chicago, or have a girls night in with sh****, drinks, lots of scrumptious cake from this delightful bakery Abies and I found in Cricklewood, get some grubs from D'Den (uhhh, i know), and sleep off while watching Breakfast at Tiffany's (Zara would have to bring that)-or if we've got paper to burn, it'll be Stringfellows, or if i have a date it would be magnifique.
- urrr that's if he doesn't come out with some looser rant like he has to watch match of the day first, or some shit like that. OH FOUR OPTIONS THEN.