A Weekend in London...

Glorious to be back!
However, it seems that everywhere I have gone recently has been attacked by torrential rain and/or hail.
This is definitely a rainy London weekend.
I got to London, and was positively knackered. Stayed up all day into the late night so that I wouldn't be jetlagged.
Friday I went to Covent Garden while Monica was at work, and meandered the flooded streets with a hot cuppa. I ended up buying a pair of jeans from Zara in a US size 2, which made me feel better about myself and the couple of pounds I'm sure I gained whilst in Orange County [oh, the lovely food!]
Friday night I texted a bunch of my friends to meet me at a random bar I found in Shoreditch, called Bar Kick. The bar was pretty cool; beer, foosball, and a good crowd. I'm terrible at foosball, so I lost one game and tied another. Kyle, Simmo and his two friends, Cam and his friend, Merrin and her friend, Larissa, and Monica and her two friends came.
We stayed until the wee hours, until we were kicked out. It was pouring. Walking definitely seemed not to be an option, so we ducked into a trendy student bar for a few more hours until the rain let up a bit. Well, the bar closed anyways. No idea what time we got out of there.


















Saturday morning I kept it pretty mellow, because later I knew I'd be out super late. A preparty with some Ios trashbags at a really cool in Brixton [with all hipster babes as bartenders] called "Rest is Noise." I really liked this bar. Apparently they have some really good bands in all the time...Phoenix is playing in a few weeks so I might try to come back since I've missed them in California.
My Ios friends left the bar, so we went around the corner to one of Monica's friend's flats to hang out before hitting up the Deadmau5 show. Pretty tame, but good. We left there at around 11:30 PM, because we knew the lines would be long to get into Brixton Academy.
Soooo, Deadmau5.
Mixed feelings.
I have to say, this was the best damn show I have ever seen a DJ perform in my life. It was epic. Hours of nonstop, sweaty dancing to amazing beats.
HOWEVER, we went to go meet him.
Deadmau5 the man, Joel Zimmerman, sucks at life.
I went up and said that he put on a great show, that we were all pumped, and thanked him. He didn't care. He didn't awknowledge anyone. He just grabbed my ticket and signed it. He wasn't looking anyone in the eye, and seemed to be bored out of his wits and hate his fans.
Definitely was not impressed.
Blah.
So when Monica and Megan went backstage and later to the afterparty with him, I asked for the keys to go home with the rest of the people we came with at 4 AM.
Apparently, his attitude didn't improve the rest of the night. Monica asked him about why he didn't seem to care about any of it, and he said, "I just do it for the money."
Jackass.
He then proceeded to name drop Tommy Lee all night, and invited Monica to watch a movie with him to which she declined and came home.
Even though that was the best show I have ever seen [DJ-wise], I will not buy a ticket to another show. Nor purchase his tracks. That's BS. [It was great fun, though].
[pictures and video coming soon]
Today I walked down to Brick Lane for some curry and vintage shopping. I picked up a couple trinkets for Jeff and Lyndsay, and found myself a vintage Polaroid camera, in mint, working condition with film still in it.


I just got invited for a 'power hour' with some of my friends in West London, and I have decided that all of my friends are alcoholics. So, I'm not sure what I'm going to do tonight, but definitely a birthday party tomorrow, maybe the British Museum, and Camden for sure on Tuesday.
I wish I had more time in London.
More later! Ciao!