So I actually had a decent weekend for once. I'm truly amazed. Friday lunchtime James and I got the train down to London to see our best friend Ezgi. We were already both annoyed and resolute with this trip; because she had told us earlier in the week that she had to leave for Turkey early Saturday morning, so would only have Friday with us, but this made us resolute to make Friday super enjoyable. As we were on the train down, Ezgi text me saying she had been sent home from uni because she was sick, which kind of upset James and I because we had gone to great lengths to get her a decent present and to get Matt and Nikki to write in her card and everything. So, we decided to stay resolute. We got of the train, hurried over to a Boots on Oxford Street, printed a big picture of me, Nikki, James and Ezgi to put in with her card, and headed off to Elephant and Castle. It was well worth being resolute. Although she answered and looked quite worse for wear, within five minutes of our being there, she perked up. She loved her present, which was a University of Nottingham hoodie, incidentally, as a reminder of her year there, with us.

So we hung around for a bit, and had a very quick catch up, had a smoke altogether and a cup of Earl Grey, and set off into town for some food. We went and hung around on St. Christophers Place for ratatouille and cream cheese pancakes. We smoked, we talked, we caught up, we bitched about Nikki, and we spoke of our love lives. We then moved around the square to get Türk Kahvesi. We stayed for a bit, and did nothing much more than talk shit for a while and laugh ourselves stupid. We left, and ambled our way back onto Oxford St and then onto the area around Bank-Monument, where we again, wandered for a bit, and decided to buy some alcohol. Want to see us on the elevator at Bond St. Station? Yes? We bought some, and went back to Ezgi's. We helped her pack, smoked, and then convinced her to have some of the Bacardi (omg what were we thinking!?) with us. About an hour later, when we were all smoking and giggling over nothing more than our old flatmate Tess, Ezgi pulled out some Tequila, chilled, and a plate of sliced limes. An hour of drinking games later that both entertained and provided nostalgia, Ezgi pulled out. James and I ended up doing about 5 more each over the space of the next one-and-a-bit hours. At this point it was about 2h00am. Ezgi's taxi to the airport would arrive at 4h00am, so we didn't have much longer to wait. I was absolutely wasted. I drink quite often, but it's rare that I get totally ratted. I was flying all over the place, talking utter bollocks in the taxi, and telling Ezgi that I wanted to stowaway in her suitcase. We waited, and went to Heathrow, where we had a simple goodbye, as Ezgi boarded her 06h55 plane. James and I caught the first tube back, and I admired the station architecture at Osterley and wished it was still called Spring Gardens (which I think sounds much nicer).

James and I arrived back at Ezgis and slept. I woke up at about 1am, bored. I decided to go into the city. James is a sleeper, so I woke him just to tell him I was going. I went and wandered around. I know London like the back of my hand, so I didn't really need to concentrate where I was going, I just looked to see where I would like to walk. James caught up with me a couple of hours later, and we ate. We went back to Ezgi's later and tidied up. She should be back today. We got our train back to Nottingham at 21h35. James upgraded us to First Class, and we were the only people in our carriage. It was so nice to have things like they used to be, when Ezgi and I lived on the same corridor, and she, James and I would be up until all hours eating, smoking, drinking, and actually enjoying each others company, rather than this really formal, stoic atmosphere there is whenever Nikki, James, I (and sometimes Matt) are hanging out. James and Nikki have become so unsociable, no offence to them. The other day, when we all walked onto campus together was the second time all year (since September) we have done so. And the three of us have only been to Nottingham as a three, once.

I woke up on Sunday planning to have a nice relaxing afternoon of revision, then would see Matt in the evening. No. Matt phoned me at about one to ask if I was busy, I said no (Procrastination!) and we went to Skegness with his housemates Sam and Niki. What a laugh. A two hour singsongy journey, followed by a walk along the sea front, warm donuts, candy floss, an hour in an amusement arcade (including beating Matt on the Dance Machine!), an hour or so in a pub eating nuts and getting drunk, and fish and chips on the pier.



Whilst we were walking around, we had a couple of goes on those old time games like hitting the ducks, water in a clowns mouth that sort of stuff, and Matt won me a Coca-Cola bear on the Arabian Derby, where me, him and Sam had to roll balls up a slope through different coloured holes to move camels along a track. The different colours moved the camels different distances. Matt won, and had to ask for his prize in sign-language because the stall owner was deaf. Here is us playing. And here is my Coca-Cola bear, which Matt named Cocoa.
 
 

We ended up back in Nottingham just after midnight. Our ride back consisted of very loud crooners, followed by heavy dance music, then Sam needing to piss so badly, that we tried to get into a Travelodge, which was locked, and then Sam and I snook into an accident and emergency department while Matt and Niki waited in the car, only to end up at the entrance to the resucitation room, and asked by a very haughty nurse what we were doing. Sam is an absolute legend. Whenever we are all together, I laugh so hard. One point I really laughed, was walking along the sea front in Skegness, and some really freaky looking woman walked past; she was wearing what looked to be oversized babies clothes - her shirt said 'Daddy's Little Princess'. She smacked her husband around the back of the head, and made a horrible groaning sound. We called her Fat Donna. Sam and I exchanged looks and laughed. Excluding my train tickets to London, I spent £25 there and £11 in Skegness, so £36 for one of the best weekends of my life? Bargain.