First post is the hardest?

I've been meaning to start one of these for ages, infact i did a while back. I deleted it though, i always cringe re-reading my writing so maybe this time i won't. I guess while i'm getting started on this the first few posts won't be as interesting as i suppose they will at a latter date. That and i don't have any photos to post. Last week was an interesting one, one which left me exhausted and really depressed on Sunday. Come down from all the excitement maybe.

Wednesday -
My boss had given me 2 vip tickets to a party called Vauxhall Skate - a roller disco, it of course, wasn't in Vauxhall as expected. But in 'trendy' shoreditch. They had the token 'cool' djs, such as Alfie Allen, Queens of Noize, Carl Barat etc etc. So me and my friend A thought 'what the fuck' and thought we might as well go along to see if there was free booze, or to laugh at the drunken fools trying to roller skate in their merry state. We managed to get undesirably drunk before we had got there and spent far too much money on cabs pub crawling. When we turned up it was far from what we expected, we had to walk through a dingy outside smokers area, in to what was basically a warehouse. we walked down the ramp was was met by a convertable covered in mirrored disco ball squares (i have a photo somewhere...). We headed straight to the bar to discover all alcohol was free, including cocktails. A couple in our hand we headed to explore where this 'roller skate rink' was, which we soon discovered was a small white bit of floor, with space for about 15 'roller skaters' to actually skate on. So we got bored, downed our drinks and danced until our legs could no longer hold us. Then we went on to Proud. God knows why, Proud is always dangerous that time of time, it must have been about half midnight, and we for some reason wanted to carry this party on. So we jumped in a car, made our way to Proud, bought Sambucca shots and joined our friends in the stables, pole and all.
Thursday -
Thursday was less exciting i suppose, my Record Company's travel company were having their annual party. Why it's in July i'm not so sure. Anyway, this was a chance to down all the free booze they had, meet the travel people i seem to spend most of my time on the phone to and possible win 2 economy flights anywhere in the world. i didn't win, of course.
Friday -
Friday was always going to be lame, the only exciting thing was my friend Alice was back from Spain, and i hadn't properly seen her since Glastonbury, and even then i didn't really see her. So i headed to West Rocks, already slightly tipsy from post work drinks and ready to forget the days stress. The night was pretty average, i think i probably was far too gone, and ended up aruging with A's on/off fella. Que me being in an awful mood the next day and coming home with a hangover just wanting to sleep.

Saturday -
After finally dragging myself out of my disgusting state and washing off all the shit from the night before, i called up my friend M to see if she wanted to come with me to see Limp Bizkit (my boss had gotten me 2 tickets). So we headed there, and i think, were both pleasently surprised at how good they actually were. Surprisingly it was a good show, not gonna complain about free tickets for a band i used to love. After that we trawled round Camden calling up people to see if they were East and Field Day parties. No one was, of course. Field Day had been a complete wash out due to the rain, and i think quite frankly no one could be arsed. We ended up outside the Hawley considering whether we actually wanted to step foot in the place that had bad memories and we had some to despise. We bumped in to a few friends as they were coming out and convinced them to stay for a few. My friend O was working at the bar, que me getting double vodkas for less than £3 and me getting wasted far too quickly.
On route to the bus stop home i bumped into K. K is this gorgeous 23 year old guy, that i briefly met the Thursday before at my boss' night Oioi. He knew my scout and i'm not quite sure i was, as usual, completely off my face. Anyway, all i could remember from that night is he was quite simply, absolutely gorgeous. So gorgeous that when i bumped in to him on the way home we both just looked at each other, and not in the 'i'm fucked and can't remember who you are or what to say to you'.
So there we were, standing outside Camden tube station chatting away and swapping stories about the night. Anyway he asked for my number, his phone was dead. I said i'd save his, but he didn't know it. So then came the usual old silly 'do you have facebook?'. On Sunday he added me. Who knows. All i know is he's cute, and his voice is fucking amazing. He said he might come to my boss' night on Thursday. Fingers crossed xoxo

Plans this week -
Tuesday: Gig at The Garage, friend's band Hatcham Social are playing with Pains Of Being Pure At Heart.
Wednesday - Mr Hudson djing at Proud. It's a kindabeenthereshouldn'tagain thing, but yeah, fuck it.
Thursday - probably boss' night. See if K turns up.