Its a bit like reverse childbirth isn't it?

So this weekend was quite eventful. Saturday was the Beyonce concert. Before the concert we were all going to Camille's to watch fireworks for some parade or something. On the way there I decided to get a cake since it was Verity's birthday on the way. I hopped on the bus to go to Shepherd's Bush. When I got on, I was standing and looking around and saw one guy who looked a little familiar. He had his jacket zipped up over his nose and I when I looked at him he looked away. Then I started laughing and realized it was the "matching cardigan" guy as previously mentioned when I talked about bad dates. Yes, that's correct, he zipped his jacket up over his face to avoid saying hi to me. Now granted, I did phase him out, but only after like 4 dates. And I mean, come on...we are all adults here. Say hello. Anyway, I laughed for the rest of the bus ride until he got off.

At Cam's we just hung out and ate dinner because the fireworks were cancelled and then went to the concert. It was AMAZING. If you have the opportunity to go to a Beyonce concert, I would highly recommend it. Afterwards Verity and I headed out for a few more drinks. We went to one bar that was PACKED but were able to find a table by the door. Since we were right by the door people kept leaving their drinks on the table as they went out for cigarettes. Finally after the third person asked if they could leave their drink there I said, "Sure, that's a pound a drink," and he actually paid without question! So did a few other people. That worked out pretty well for us!

The next morning was the move. Verity slept over to help, so I left in the morning and got the keys, powerade, and McDonalds. Then James and Tam came over with their car to load it up for the first run. Tam and I sat in the back seat with boxes on our lap. Tam questioned whether a box would fit on my lap, and I said sure it will, and then rolled down the window so it would fit. Whatever it takes... As James was trying to shove my duvay into a small space in the car, he said "This is a bit like reverse childbirth, isn't it?" Thanks to James great pushing skills, and expert packing ways, Tam's help and V's pure organization and positive attitude, we made the whole move in two car loads. It was amazing.

Once we were all moved in, V and I did a quick scan to make a list of things we need. While in the kitchen she said, Ok well you need a kettle and toaster (in the UK they pretty much come as a package deal). I said, right. Then she said, and a microwave. My face DROPPED. "I didn't realize I didn't have one! How am I going to eat??!!" V said, ok so now we know what's number one of the list of things to get!

Later that night Big James and Sio came over with cake for V. Both Jameses were great in offering to fix "wonky" handles and knobs, and take care of all the things your dad would do if you were moving to a new place, so I'm VERY lucky to have them here!

Now that I am getting all settled in, I'm realizing how much moving right before Christmas is NOT the best way to do it. BUT at the end of the day, I'm a grown up now, in my own house. Last night I made V sleep over in case there were scary noises (yes, ok so I'm only a little bit of a grown up), so tonight is the first night all on my own! Note to self: No episodes of Law and Order: SVU before bed tonight.