leffe, a hangover, sniffles and a gift from god

my cold has officially kicked my arse.

i was debating leaving work early on friday, but sucked it up and got some paracetamol and benadryl in my system. a lethal combination considering the amount of beer i consumed later.

so friday was an interesting day - there was cakes and conversation, but much better since i had been out with a group the night before so my social network at work is expanding. i'm still not the best with names and who is who, but i have a few people down pat, so i'll just build from there. at brunch, i found out that our coworker mark was leaving that day. now, i had never met the guy, so when it came time to bring out the champagne to toast him, it was a bit awkward, but what the heck. i just rolled with the punches.

so last night we went to the 'marquis of granby' pub in epsom - one of the bigger and more popular pubs in the town. and that's when mark bought me a beer and began to tell me the pub's history. apparently, the marquis gave all of his injured soldiers each a pub, and all of these pubs are called the marquis of granby. of course, that's the cole's notes, but cool none-the-less. and i discovered Leffe beer - very yummy very belgian. mmmmm. its too bad i met mark on his way out - what a great guy. we talked about our travels. we of course, lost him to the oil and gas money, but before he starts his new job, he and his wife are travelling s. america and jordon. wow! we bonded over our love of parma ham. and his praise of brussels makes me thing i should go there, since we havce similar tastest.

so, a couple of pints later, i'm drunk. and out comes fun chatty gio...

i'm introducing myself to anyone and everyone, and i meet up with james. i had heard his name bandied about a lot since its his birthday today and he's turnign 30. so toast to him. so he finds out i'm a chelsea fan...as is he. and he tells me that his sister lives next to joe cole. sweet mother of god! i have the address, i won't post since that's just all wrong, but perhaps i'll go for a stroll sometime soon! carly is in australia...joe's alone. ha ha. just kidding. just dreaming.

then james tells me he has chelsea tickets and he can get me tickets to any game i want to go to. £25 or so. i almost kissed him. just kidding, but seriously, i'm going through the calendar today and giving him my list first thing monday morning. soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited. its a dream of mine to see chelsea play.

so, it was time to go home and i had to get on the train drunk. me and motion don't do so well, and at first i thought...great, my first real drunk and i'm going to get sick on the southern train for victoria calling at ewell east, cheam, sutton, mitchem fields, mitchem junction, balham, clapham junction and victoria. but i made it (although i did fall asleep) ha ha.

then i get to the tube, and i feel it. the deep chill of a fever. oh no...luckily i drank beer cuz when i got home, i passed out and woke up 12 hours later. my goal of portobello marketing in the morning (and stalking darren hayes since he lives near there - one whole tube stop away from me) and then a hair cut in the afternoon and then the museum of natural history. i'll be lucky if i can get to a hair cut. blah.

i know i want to enjoy every second i have here, but i'm so sick. so forgive me if i don't do much this weekend but sleep?