Classy

February 16th 2019

Today I woke up dazed, confused, and with no idea how I got back to the flat in which I was staying last night. I was out in London, somewhere in Shoreditch, I never quite figured out where, and got stupidly drunk, vomited a lot, and fell asleep in the bar’s toilets. A classic Friday night. And a classy Friday night.

Most of those details were told to me, rather than anything I actually remember. So it’s possible that they could all be lies, but probable that they aren’t. I was not in a good way. To be fair, none of us were. But that’s kind of the point.

Eventually, I got out of bed and struggled across London to have lunch with my sister. She cooked Camembert. It was fabulous. It was my first opportunity to see her new flat, even though she bought it 2.5 years ago. It’s also fabulous, and so is Hammersmith. Hammersmith was the kind of classy that made me feel even more ashamed of my actions last night.

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And then, after feeling like I’d been in London for both five minutes and five years, I left.

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Until tomorrow, I’ll be back soon enough.

Jacn

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