bloody mother f....

jebus. what a start to the weekend.

went to dinner with brian, gitta, and michael at our favorite place in the world, ciao bello. i've been there about half a dozen times since i got to london and it's far and away the best italian i've had in my life. we laughed over wine (red & white) and everyone got a big laugh at me when i took a shot that's appartently not a shot. hahaha. (pictures of that to follow.) we went to a pub afterwards for more drinks, and we all sang along to the cranberries, i had one of those ridiculously cheesy moments where you suddenly realize how happy you are that exact moment. i have made such good friends here. :) gitta's off to germany today and michael's right behind her tomorrow. then possibly brian and tomasz go to south africa which would mean i get murphy alllllll to myself!!! :)

anyway so we're sitting at the pub and i realize vikki's been blowing up my phone all night so i call her back and manage to find out she's out with the frenchman in covent garden in some sort of state of emergency. i bid adeiu to the gang and head down to meet up with her only to discover the "emergency" isn't exactly so horrible... so we frolic about covent garden before wandering towards charing cross. stayed up until who knows what time and raised alllllll sorts of hell, directly resulting in me drinking about 14 billion glasses of iced tea today. *love* my iced tea. [quick side note: fastest way to gross out an english-person is to sing the praises of iced tea... they find the entire concept of iced tea to be the most replusive thing ever.]

meanwhile the brazilian's blowing up my phone with crazy text messages to the effect of "mi haney, how is you this beautiful day?" yesterday he left me a voicemail with no words, but played the main chorus of 'heaven' (dj sammy's version) into the phone... at first i was actually really flattered/impressed by this thinking it was perhaps an ode to "the virgin suicides" but i doubt it. (and i'm definitely not being held hostage by my parents so it would be a bad ode anyway.)

i am annoying myself by being so adverse to a (cute) guy that's obviously making a big effort, as i constantly complain about the lack of (cute) men willing to make an effort and generally obsess over me.... and indeed the date on wednesday was a lot of fun and i must admit it was almost odd to walk arm-in-arm with someone a solid 3 inches taller than me.... but perhaps when i wished for a nice, cute man to whisk me off my feet i should have specified that a solid grasp on the english language is a must as well. i know, i know, international language of love blah blah blah, i hear ya, but everyone knows i'm a big opponent of physical affection so the language of love doesn't translate well with me... hahahaha. jebus.

point of this being, i'm pretty sure that at some point last night both vikki and myself spoke to him on the phone as he called many times, but who knows what was said and more importantly, who knows what plans were made? i would hate to pull a vikki/ian and break any lunch date plans! haha.

and it's only just now saturday afternoon. this could get a lot worse!

~courtney

"Baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven"
~b. adams