And she shall go to the ball...
Trip Start Jun 28, 2012
14Trip End Aug 05, 2012
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I went to bed around 11.30pm, couldn't sleep much on my mind (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) and woke up at 4am. I am not entirely sure what time zone my body thinks I am in but its some strange paralell universe where I don't feel like I need to sleep. Text Peter at 7am (that's okay isn't it, I waited a whole 3 hours to not to disturb him).
Peters train is delayed, first it is Fridays trees fallen on the tracks. He then updates me that there are bus replacements for Stoke on Trent. So he might be arriving a bit later than anticipated. Doesn't help to quell the butterflies.
Protein Powder breakfast at the ready, I then get into my gym gear again and head off to Virgin, the flu (thanks Paula) seems to taken hold so I decide to sweat it out, least I be ill for tonight
I arrive before gym even opens and wait to be let in, I then head for the treadmill for an hour and then onto this strange crosstrainer, balancing thing for half an hour before heading downstairs for a swim, spa, sauna and steam (the 4 good out of 5 s's). The steam room has a menthol smell and seems to clear things up abit.
I walk to Canary Wharf and two hour work sees me getting overwhelmed, yes on a Saturday (now that'd dedication for you).
II then decide to do a reconnaisance to Mary Janes, where 'Masquarade' the gothic ball is being held. Its about a 15-20 minute walk from my hotel (that's why I picked the hotel) and it takes me about 2 1/2 hours to find it, I get lost numerous times and eventually find it and wonder how I am going to spend 6 hours is some of my highest heels.
I grab some linner (lunch and dinner combined it is 3.30pm afterall) and head back to the appartment for a nap before getting ready for the ball which I anticipate will take me about 2 hours to get ready. Fresh British Raspberries seem on order and hey I can marinate them with the duty free vodka I picked up, sounds like a plan if you ask me!
Peter texts me again, there are signal faults at Milton Keynes, what should be a 1 1/2 hour train trip so far is almost 4 hours for him.
I can't nap as Im too excited so I decide to do what turns out to be a mistake and have some redbull, vodka and my marinated raspberries
Peter and I had arranged to meet at 8.15pm, at 8.45pm I am still getting ready having realised a pertinent part of my outfit, the top to go under the corset is known as Black Review Top on my packing list (thanks Jan) and I left it behind, you\d think with 24 kilos of luggage I wouldn't have missed an important piece. Ohh well. I decide to taxi it to the venue and reliase after walking half way there I may as well walk the rest.
I catch up with Peter we don our masks and head inside.. it is amazing fantastically opulent. We quoff down our free champagne, I store my shoes and trenchcoat (yes only 30 mins in and the shoes have to go) I slip into flats and we sit in a both drinking cocktails listening to music and watching all the people in their finery.
Such a wonderful night, 3rd cocktail in standing in the bar and run into Tim (of Tim and Claire Gothic Ball end of the month). We shriek like long lost goths...its been over 3 years since we caught up when I was last over here interviewing for the Olympics. He introduces me to Claire who is lovely, I introduce them to Peter and we spend the next 20 minutes catching up on the folk in Edinburgh, his pending wedding and what we have been both getting upto.
2.30am comes around all too soon and Pete and I decide to leave, its been a fabulous night, pity I was so wrapped up I forgot to take photos, but I have managed to grab some from elsewhere.
Wish you were here....