I assume everyone has recovered sufficiently from their Valentines Day for me to proceed? Whether you are in love, loved, spinster, old maid or creeper I care little; this has been my first solo Valentine in six years (though containing more love and affection than some other of those already passed). Stop barfing now.
Olivia: a Happy Valentine indeed.
After the success of my blueberry pancakes on Saturday morning, I was nominated head chef for Shrove Tuesday. We had the girls over from the other flat, as well as Kristen and Diana, and proceeded to steadily munch our way through three batches of mix. Running out of my preferred flour was a little problematic, and some of the pancakes were quite heavy, but overall; success. Increasingly it has been my life lesson not to show off my procrasticooking, because then you get lumped behind the stove instead of with a glass of vino.
Wednesday however was a definite upswing in terms of week quality. After missing Rachel at the gym on Tuesday for any number of reasons, we decided to head out to Mook, a trendy little cocktail bar just off The Calls here in Leeds. With funk and soul music creating ambience, and a pleasingly older and more genteel crowd, Rach and I slipped right into Long Island Ice Teas (two for £6/$10AUD, thanks very much!) and a corner booth and settled in for a wonderful evening that ended with an Irishman, a Yorkshireman and a Scot in denial but in an adorable knit…
Sounds like the beginning of a fab joke, right?
Definitely going to head back to Mook one night with my room mates hopefully, too good not to go again. If not, after the away game next week at Manchester, I have a feeling Mook might get to know the basketball girls very well indeed.
Its a grand thing, having Thursdays off uni. This is a trend that has pursued me through my academic life and, at Monash, this is a pill because it means I miss out on Sassy taco-beques because I work on my days off. In Leeds, this is wonderful because after 8 miscellaneous cocktails and a cute baby-faced bartender who looked like Dan Humphrey, I was virtually legless. So cleverly, I chose not to give in to the ugly temptation of literally vomming all over Olivia and herman’sadorableness, fed myself a paracetamol and went back to bed for most of the day.
But of course, it’s Valentines day. So a quick Skype was in order (lucky I’d taken that paracetamol), and later in the evening we all glammed up for a night out with ourselves. Nine lovely ladies and three grand gentlemen we were as we strolled into Zizzi’s for a sumptuous Italian feast.
Buffalo mozzarella, sundried tomatoes, basil and rocket.
Romantic walk home.
I ended up not finishing the work for my presentation today, so I stayed in last night and Becca, Hailey, Aria, Alex, Milly, Pat, Sam and Taneil went out to celebrate this years apparent flatmate theme ‘forever alone’ (all being single pringles, bar Aria). Three bars and three AM later, I hear them crash through the door and cook up some kind of storm/feast/disaster (interchangeable). To be fair, if I hadn’t just recovered from my own eight-affair cocktail night with Rachel the previous night, I might have been one of them. I, however, am a budding Masterchef, so maybe the catastrophe would have been proportionate.
90% good girl…
Then disaster.. Forever alone!
Made myself go to bootcamp this afternoon (dropped the 7am pump class, surprise surprise), but bootcamp was enough of an ass kicker for one day. It will be interesting walking these legs out tomorrow at Ilkley moor, and seeing how fast I can walk/hobble away from being preached at by the Leeds University Islamic Prophets of Muhammad Society (didn’t read that part….). I feel like I’m disadvantaged already.
On a deliciously unrelated note; scones!
Also unrelated – I’ve brought the weather with me from Melbourne it seems. Heavy snowfall on Wednesday to the most glorious sunshine filled day today. Get it together, Leeds (and keep the sun coming)!
The snow from Wednesday had melted and filled the fountain by this afternoon. View looking at the Roger Steven’s building.
Sorry, today’s post has been a bit of an essay, but I’d left things a little longer than usual! I’ll throw up a picture of my scones some other time. You should expect to tune back in Sunday evening (GMT) or Monday mid-morning for folks back in Oz; moors and castles and shambles – oh my!
Lesson this week: don’t ignore the ‘do not tumble dry’ tags on clothes.
To do: purchase ten pairs of knickers; stat.
Keep your legs together when exiting the vehicle,