amberholic met me for lunch yesterday, since he was temping in the same building as me, near Waterloo station. I took him to a nearby Portuguese cafe, where our one-hour-break quickly flew by. They sold Guarana Antartica (the best soft drink in the world), which made me happy. On my way home, I saw
dj_alexander smoking a ciggie with his boss outside his office. He wore a light-blue jeans jacket and he didn't see me wave hello.
Today,
blu_bear met me outside the Astoria on Tottenham Court Road. We found a table outside one of those coffee shops that line Old Compton Street and chatted about life, livejournal and literature.
Rupert Everett cycled by. He wore a grey touque. He briefly scanned the many gay men sitting outside the cafes before moving on. My fame as a celebrity spotter was confirmed. When our lattes were finished, we wandered by Trash Palace and grabbed a few copies of
F*@K! (which
blu_bear writes for), then popped by The Photographer's Gallery (which was sadly closing.)
The trees that line my road seem to have suddenly bloomed. I swear to God they were just dull green things yesterday; today they carry the most beautiful, luxuriant purple blossoms. They are like those awkward teenagers that one day wake up beautiful. They make me forget my worries.
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Date: 2008-04-23 08:58 pm (UTC)That little paragraph isn't as gorgeous as you though. ;-)
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