as always, the weekend flew by, all the more so because there was a last
gasp of summer, and the weather was beautiful.

a balmy friday evening found us having a pint at the local bar, enjoying the
warmth and watching the world go by, then off to the cinema to see “hellboy”, which was entertaining and appropriately kitschy for an an adaptation of a comic book. however, my enjoyment of the movie was dampened and chilled (literally) by the unfortunate dumping of a supersize tub of coke directly onto my crotch just after the opening credits rolled.

what does one do? go home and waste the £25 quid just spent on tickets and
refreshments? or suffer in silence? needless to say, i spent the next two
hours trying to forget that i was wearing jeans and underwear completely
drenched in icy syrup. (call me cheap, call me stubborn – i prefer
“stoic”.) was the movie worth it? probably not, but i like to think i
passed some sort of test of fortitude which will serve me well at some
point.

saturday we were awakened by a dazzling flood of sunlight, and mustered
ourselves for an early morning run. after showering, we headed down to
the south bank toward the tate. en route, we had sandwiches (my roast beef
was thoroughly inedible) and turkish food (i ditched the sandwich in favour
of some stuffed grape leaves from the festival on the river). arrived at the
tate, anticipating seeing the edward hopper exhibit I have been dying to
catch, only to find the next available showing wasn’t until that evening and
unfortunately we already had plans. resolving to try to catch it the next
day, we headed home and chilled out. Saturday evening we went to a “drinks
thing” at kim and andy’s place in balham, in honour of the arrival of kim’s
sister (who just managed to escape florida before the second hurricane
hit). good company, good food, good conversation meant we rolled home around
2:30 am, more than just a wee bit tipsy.

wham! sunday morning hit me like a brick – i’m suspecting it was the revenge
of the tequila (for which i blame andy’s aunt lesley, who manhandled me into
doing slammers, and thought tequila, vodka, and soda was a perfectly reasonable cocktail mix). J, of course, was as bright and cheerful as the
sunny day, and kindly went foraging for bagels to make me my never-fail hangover cure: a greasy egg and bacon bagel sandwich. Perhaps it’s the difference in the bagels here, but it failed to do the trick, and i spent most of the day trying to maintain a static status with minimum motion. Regardless, even in my pitiful state, the day was simply too gorgeous to waste, so we packed some sandwiches and beer (hair of the dog, you know) and headed down to the park by the river, to play scrabble and bask in the warmth. i managed to rally for a very short game of catch (okay, so i wasn’t all that enthusiastic, in my queasy state), and heading home, we
decided to have a little bbq on the terrace and listen to the red sox game (they won!). A mellow end to a relaxing (if somewhat inert) sunday…

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