Almost Perfect Sunday

A quick entry to share what's been going on with me. The last weekend was mainly spent on a Jazz concert I was invited to by a friend of mine and an exhibition dedicated to RCA graduation works.

This particular Jazz event was an interesting experiment since it turned out to be only music with hardly any lyrics which really did test my patience and attention. Meanwhile, friends I went with were mostly involved in small social conversations and alcohol consumption (which I was guilty of as well). Luckely the concert ended sooner then the staff had a chance to remove us after several warnings. But I guess it would be fun to see them doing it.

The following day was a lazy one. After 15 minutes run through the exhibition @ V&A me, Natalia and our common friends went to Brompton Quarter Brassiere for a quick dinner. It felt like it was almost everyone's desire to ruin the atmosphere by talking about work, the coming Monday morning etc etc, which made me think about calling ill next morning.

The next day an unpleasant surprise was waiting for me at work. After all the struggle for going to bed early and waking up at 7am it turned out that it was my day off. Fuck! Luckily I found something to occupy myself with, so all my effort was not for nothing.