Hello strangers, it has certainly been too long...Last you heard, I had part of my trip cancelled due to two peeps leaving the team. Hence the following 2 weeks of silence as it was all I could do to stay alive and try to plug the holes that they left. I also found myself starting a definitive rebound relationship - but more about that another time.
Then came Tokyo. As Erra so observantly noticed, I uploaded some photos of my trip. In words, the work part can be described as 6.30am starts, back-to-back meetings until 6pm, followed by nightly dinners and drinking sessions until 2am, then up at 5am, etc etc ad infinitum for 14 days.
The 'personal' side is a lot more fun to write about. I saw numerous friends, including Glitter Girl and Kimbo. It was so wonderful to see them and I miss them both terribly. It was the typical situation amongst girlies whereby the second martini, you had spilled your guts about men, life, fears and concerns, and just getting it out in the open makes you feel as though a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
Tokyo itself was just as I left it. But yet, it felt different. I realised after a while that although I love Tokyo and it will always have a place in my heart that no other city can; perhaps because it is half my blood, perhaps because that is where I felt I partially found myself and partially lost myself, and perhaps because Tokyo is synonymous with B, there are also facets of life there that I am glad I left behind. My first night there I was taken to a strip-club and knew 2 of the dancers, the second night a married colleague went home with a random Roppongi Girl, and so it went on. I no longer want to view that as acceptable. I think its a relief to be in London where people date within their generation, and fidelity is to be admired rather than scorned. I could go on, but you all know the drill. London, for all its many faults, seems more 'real' and even though I work the way I do, I feel happier and more relaxed that I was in Japan.
Off the back of Tokyo, I went out for two all-nighters last weekend and Saturday night was to find me in a RAVE. Princess in a RAVE!! There I was, surrounded by a crowd of trendy trainers and mini evian bottles, in 4-inch heels until 8am. TOO funny.
The weekend after was G's birthday and a whole gang congregated in a club called Cargo, in Shoreditch. It was my first foray into the East End's night scene. Needless to say, I was once again outrageously overdressed in near black-tie while the rest of the crowd were uber-hip and wouldn't be out of place in Harajuku. Oooooooh the shame!
Rather amusingly, Sivi-man used the occassion to try and set me up with her boyf's boss. Ithica is good-looking, loaded, funny and doesn't put up with any bullshit. Me likey. However, all plans were spoiled when my rebound relationship decided to pitch up uninvited. Lots of dirty looks and post Ithica trying to grab a snog on the dance-floor, I decided it was time to head home. Watch this space to see how the story unfolds....
Anyway, next stop for this weekend is Amsterdam for Queen's day :-)
