Living the (non) simple life

Well, just because I don't like a simple life, I'm going to the party in London, and will then be attempting the epic marathon of a 10 hour (minimum) drive up North with a hangover on Sunday. Nice.

I'm also in the extreme last stages (think dying fish, gasping it's last) of poverty, given that I don't get paid til Monday, and I tells ya, it's a massive pain in the ass.

Given that it's now Thursday, and I'm meant to be leaving Saturday, I'm guessing you'll be not at all surprised that I have in no way, shape or form, started the packing yet! Haven't even started the washing. Nothing like good ol' procrastination, leaving it all til the last moment!

I'm also probably going to get in to trouble on Sat, as in theory the party is a jungle theme, but given time, money, and pride constraints I'm opting to not go full on dressed up, and to instead actually attempt to look sex-ay. Mostly because I know from previous experience that there are bound to be quite a few good-looking men at the party. Me? Shallow? Like a puddle.

So in between then and now, I shall be washing, making lists, throwing stuff around my room in an attempt to find shit, packing, unpacking because I've got too much shit in my bag, unpacking again because I can't remember whether I already put x in, and just generally having a massive panic right up til the last minute. I effing hate packing, hence the delaying tactics!

Also, to be quite honest, my bedroom is the biggest pigsty you've ever seen. Perhaps I should post a photo, to shame myself into action to tidy it??

I haven't been up to much this week, apart from going to the gym, and being lured out on a spontaneous pub visit last with Bridget and the boys, but somehow that's left me with very little time left over. Which would probably explain the state of my room, since I'm usually in and out just to get a change of clothes and then shoot off out again.

Watch this space to see how much chaos unfolds in my attempts to get ready for holiday! :o)

Stuck on the horns of dilemma

I'm meant to be going on holiday this weekend, but as per usual, I've way over-complicated stuff.

It goes like this - next week is The Amazing Scotland Adventure 2009™. This is 2 weeks in the far, remote West coast of Scotland at a friends place that happens every year. The cottage is basic, but once a year a whole group of us pile up there for an extended session of drinking, windsurfing, mountain-biking, walking, fishing in the rowing boat, playing on the stunning beach 10 mins from the cottage, and generally leaving the cares and stresses of daily life behind. I'm doing the first week this year and it kicks off on Sat.

Also this weekend is my friend, Kok's, legendary once a year house-party in London. They have a big house in Clapham and every summer an eclectic, interesting, beautiful crowd of people descend for one night of intense partying.

Problem - both of them are start Saturday.

Bollocks!!

So the dilemma is this - do I head up to Scotland with everyone else on Sat, and miss the party? This means I can travel in convoy, share the driving, but ultimately miss out on a cracking night and a chance to catch up with friends I see very rarely. Or do I go down to London, party on Sat night, and then do a solitary drive to Scotland on Sunday. With the additional distance from London, the drive is 9 hours, assuming perfect traffic and no breaks. So realistically you're looking at 11-12 hours driving time. With a hangover and sleep deprivation.

Originally, Hannah, who's also going to Scotland, was going to a ball in Cambridge on Sat night, so I was going to collect her on Sunday morning and we'd drive it together, but the person she was going with has let her down.

I've looked at planes and trains to get to Scotland, but nothing really works - or nothing I can afford anyway, so I'm still stuck for what to do.

Damn everything being the same weekend!!!