After last weekend, I've decided to Change.
From now on, I'm going to be pure, like snow. Purer than snow, in fact- I'm going to be a rain drop, shivering in a cloud and waiting to fall, looking down on the dirty earth below.
Hmm. I sound quite smug, don't I? Freezing and stuck in a cloud, still thinking I'm in a position to look down on everybody else just because I'm yet to transform into a polluted snowflake- destined to melt away in a muddy puddle, or else be turned yellow by the pungent urine of a cold badger. I don't know what Rain Drop Me is so smug about anyway, because I've just Googled 'clouds rain pollution' and it turns out rain drops are infected with pollution while they're still floating about in clouds...
Forget about pollution for a moment (but then get right back to worrying about it, ok? Time's running out kids and I for one do absolutely Fuck All to help the environment. I console myself by thinking one day, when I've had my fill of technology and roast dinners, I will run into The Bracken and live off wild berries); the point is I've decided to be Good and Wholesome.
But then last night I was talking to Julia about my blog and we decided that it's ok for me to go out all the time because I should make my blog more nightlife-based. Then Julia convinced me to go to Katapult Party- a 'secret party' at a 'secret location' with 'secret guests'. I really, really want to go. Julia has a family meal tomorrow until quite late, so we planned to go about 1am and have a really BIG ravey night and I was getting all excited and then...
I realised I have my first 'Learning English Through Drama' class on Saturday, at 10am. The annoying thing is, I'm not even teaching the lesson! I'm just going to observe and to get to know the kids, because some weeks I'll be substituting. Pffft. I definitely won't be getting paid for it, I'm just kind of going to be helpful. Am I too helpful? Should I just sack it off?
No. No, I can't. Sometimes you have to do things with the End Goal in sight and I need these classes on my C.V, especially if I want to apply to drama school next year.
But the Katapult Party looks sooo good. Apparently it will be as good as Concrete was before it got 'mainstream'. (Not my words- I'd never be presumptuous* enough to describe anywhere as 'mainstream'.) I love things that are secret and surprising, turning nights on the town into nights of adventure.
Maybe if I left at 5am, I could be home by half past (depending on where the 'secret location' is I suppose) then I'd have to wake up at 9am, meaning I could get three and a half hours sleep... if I managed to get to sleep at all.
No. I can't do it, I really can't do it.
It's not fair.
Life's not fair, I know this, but...
Forget it. I'm over it. I'm getting on with my life.
I do quite like the sound of being 'a rain drop, shivering in a cloud and waiting to fall', so maybe I'll just stick to that plan. But just because I'm not going out, doesn't mean that you can't. There's quite a lot on in Paris this weekend:
Foreign Beggars are playing at Le Cigale tonight, but it's sold out already. Of course, if Georgie was still in Paris we'd be probably be able to get on Guest List. I wonder just how crap my social life will be this year, without Georgie, who seems to be friends with absolutely anybody who has ever lived/hung out in London and touched a turnstile?
Tonight Birdy Nam Nam, Bambounou and French Fries are playing at Social Club...
Even though I love French Fries I'm NOT going. I kind of fell out with Social Club a little bit last year because it was overcrowded and overpriced but actually, on reflection: it's no more expensive than the Rex or Nouveau Casino, they always have good DJs playing and the crowd is more likely to be made up of Pretentious Dickheads than Dodgy, Rob-your-bag types, which can make a nice change, trust me.
Tomorrow is Seth Troxler at Showcase, but need I remind you that I swore a jihad on Showcase? Look, obviously Seth will be good but go at your own risk and don't, for the love of God, go in that bloody tunnel that leads from the entrance to the toilets, because you will probably be crushed to death.
Also, a quick sweep of Resident Advisor has revealed that Benji B is playing at La Machine tomorrow and I:Cube is playing at Rex Club.
The annoying thing is, I bet in a few weeks when I have a whole weekend of doing nothing stretching ahead of me, there will be NOTHING on in Paris.
Anyway, I'm depressing myself talking about all these nights that I can't go to- I shouldn't really be going out until I've booked flights back to England for my cousin's wedding, which is in three weeks, and then my Eurostar back to London for Olivia's birthday in November.
Have a look on Resident Advisor yourself.
*Presumptuous as in, I wouldn't presume I'm not mainstream. I'm in the stream, definitely, maybe not right in the middle splashing about with everyone else, but I'm definitely in there somewhere. Or am I a rain drop in a cloud? So many metaphors... confusing myself...