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louiseluxI had a completely awesome weekend.
Yesterday I went to the gym then, exercise achieved, I slormed on the sofa and watchedRafael Nadal's arms the Wimbledon's mens singles final on TV. Rain stopped play twice, and despite that the game went on for 4 hours and 45 minutes, finishing just as the light was fading at gone 9pm.
It was a totally fantastic experience, an epic struggle, and I now can proudly say I understand tennis scoring, if not Roger Federer's love of personalised monogrammed cardigans. Nadal won! It was a great moment. He fell over and then climbed into the stands to hug parents and to shake the Prince of Spain's hand. Then he cried. And then him and Roger Federer were all polite and nice about each other in the interviews. ♥ I might be developing a minor obsession, which![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emungere isn't really helping with by showing me picture of Roger Federer looking actually handsome instead of just be-cardiganned and then telling me she wants tennis slash.
On Saturday I met up withnew_kate in Birmingham, sort of a halfway meet up for us. I was an hour late because my early train was cancelled, but it didn't stop us spending the day at a fever pitch of excitement. We'd planned a girly day of shopping and also PEDICURES, which I have never had before. We packed a lot into our 8 hours together.
We had brunch (bircher yoghurt for me and salmon sandwich for Kate, plus some wasabi peas that I couldn't actually cope with at that time of the morning) and coffee drinks. We ate sitting on the limestone steps in the Bullring in the sunshine and catching up with each other about life, fandom, what we'd been writing.
After that we plunged into Selfridges to ogle clothes. We did mean to go to the women's department, but the men's designer clothes department got in the way. I have to say, I never seen anyone get as excited about a well knitted sweater asnew_kate, and she likes to rub her face against them and coo, and we spent a lot of time stroking shirts and sweaters and leather jackets. Also designer swimming trunks!
A tasteful brand name!
Celebrating 30 years of disco, apparently. I approve.
Fake bulge fail. Someone had placed a rolled up pair of socks in there. I know because I checked, and also the ribbing is visible through the fabric.
The pedicures were at a place called the Obsession Salon, in an upmarket mall called The Mailbox, because it used to belong to the Post Office. The rumour is that there are tunnels underneath it that run from there to New St Station, for the mail to be delivered from the train to the sorting office. If so, I want to go in them.
At the Obsession Salon we got foot massages, foot scrub, nail tidy and finally a to nail colour of our choice, applied twice over a base coat, and with a top coat to seal. The only drag was that it then took about half an hour to dry, and even then it was still slightly tacky. Some rubbed off later in my shoes. The pedicurist warned me though
My feet are in the foreground, with dramatic dark red polish. Kate chose something more natural, sort of a soft darkish pink-beige hard to describe colour, but it looked good.
So, on coming out of there, with freshly pampered feet, we spotted some more men's designer clothing in Harvey Nichols and were sucked inside. Paul Smith shirts! Gucci belts! Kate tried on about 75 pairs of ridiculous enormous sunglasses, and we found this:
For preventing stubble burn, maybe?
Then we moved onto shoes. Omg so many shoes.
I loved these, but when would I ever wear them?
The heels were half gold. Total shoe fetish zone.
They do look better without the socks, but I forgot to take a picture of my own feet in them, I was too overexcited to be even wearing them.
Then dresses. None of the ones I tried on fitted me particularly well, but Kate found two brilliant ones. I had a lot of trouble finding a size (UK) 16 in Harvey Nichols in anything. In fact, I didn't find a single one even though I looked quite hard, and I was really surprised at the lack. I managed to squeeze into some size 14s though, but it's never as much fun if they don't fit right. So I lurked around admiring seams while Kate was in the fitting rooms.
It took us two whole hours to free ourselves from Harvey Nichols, but after that, ehausted, we had a late lunch at the cafe in Malmaison.
I had fried potatoes in tomato sauce. Patatas bravas, essentially, but lacking in any chili even though they were supposed to have some
So, we failed to actually buy anything girly, so we moved onto the bookshops, where spending success was acheived! Kate got the luxury Hellboy edition and vol 1 of Nana, and two other mangas that I can't remember now, and I got vol 1 of Vassalord. Then we moved on to Borders, where I got vol 2 of Wild Adpater and a DVD of The Prestige, which I must watch soon. Also, I forgot to take a picture of our books.
Finally cold crisp Italian lager and the wasabi peas, which was a delicious combination. Then the train home.
Yesterday I went to the gym then, exercise achieved, I slormed on the sofa and watched
It was a totally fantastic experience, an epic struggle, and I now can proudly say I understand tennis scoring, if not Roger Federer's love of personalised monogrammed cardigans. Nadal won! It was a great moment. He fell over and then climbed into the stands to hug parents and to shake the Prince of Spain's hand. Then he cried. And then him and Roger Federer were all polite and nice about each other in the interviews. ♥ I might be developing a minor obsession, which
emungere isn't really helping with by showing me picture of Roger Federer looking actually handsome instead of just be-cardiganned and then telling me she wants tennis slash.On Saturday I met up with
new_kate in Birmingham, sort of a halfway meet up for us. I was an hour late because my early train was cancelled, but it didn't stop us spending the day at a fever pitch of excitement. We'd planned a girly day of shopping and also PEDICURES, which I have never had before. We packed a lot into our 8 hours together.We had brunch (bircher yoghurt for me and salmon sandwich for Kate, plus some wasabi peas that I couldn't actually cope with at that time of the morning) and coffee drinks. We ate sitting on the limestone steps in the Bullring in the sunshine and catching up with each other about life, fandom, what we'd been writing.
After that we plunged into Selfridges to ogle clothes. We did mean to go to the women's department, but the men's designer clothes department got in the way. I have to say, I never seen anyone get as excited about a well knitted sweater as
new_kate, and she likes to rub her face against them and coo, and we spent a lot of time stroking shirts and sweaters and leather jackets. Also designer swimming trunks! A tasteful brand name!
Celebrating 30 years of disco, apparently. I approve.
Fake bulge fail. Someone had placed a rolled up pair of socks in there. I know because I checked, and also the ribbing is visible through the fabric.
The pedicures were at a place called the Obsession Salon, in an upmarket mall called The Mailbox, because it used to belong to the Post Office. The rumour is that there are tunnels underneath it that run from there to New St Station, for the mail to be delivered from the train to the sorting office. If so, I want to go in them.
At the Obsession Salon we got foot massages, foot scrub, nail tidy and finally a to nail colour of our choice, applied twice over a base coat, and with a top coat to seal. The only drag was that it then took about half an hour to dry, and even then it was still slightly tacky. Some rubbed off later in my shoes. The pedicurist warned me though
My feet are in the foreground, with dramatic dark red polish. Kate chose something more natural, sort of a soft darkish pink-beige hard to describe colour, but it looked good.
So, on coming out of there, with freshly pampered feet, we spotted some more men's designer clothing in Harvey Nichols and were sucked inside. Paul Smith shirts! Gucci belts! Kate tried on about 75 pairs of ridiculous enormous sunglasses, and we found this:
For preventing stubble burn, maybe?
Then we moved onto shoes. Omg so many shoes.
I loved these, but when would I ever wear them?
The heels were half gold. Total shoe fetish zone.
They do look better without the socks, but I forgot to take a picture of my own feet in them, I was too overexcited to be even wearing them.
Then dresses. None of the ones I tried on fitted me particularly well, but Kate found two brilliant ones. I had a lot of trouble finding a size (UK) 16 in Harvey Nichols in anything. In fact, I didn't find a single one even though I looked quite hard, and I was really surprised at the lack. I managed to squeeze into some size 14s though, but it's never as much fun if they don't fit right. So I lurked around admiring seams while Kate was in the fitting rooms.
It took us two whole hours to free ourselves from Harvey Nichols, but after that, ehausted, we had a late lunch at the cafe in Malmaison.
I had fried potatoes in tomato sauce. Patatas bravas, essentially, but lacking in any chili even though they were supposed to have some
So, we failed to actually buy anything girly, so we moved onto the bookshops, where spending success was acheived! Kate got the luxury Hellboy edition and vol 1 of Nana, and two other mangas that I can't remember now, and I got vol 1 of Vassalord. Then we moved on to Borders, where I got vol 2 of Wild Adpater and a DVD of The Prestige, which I must watch soon. Also, I forgot to take a picture of our books.
Finally cold crisp Italian lager and the wasabi peas, which was a delicious combination. Then the train home.
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Date: 2008-07-07 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-07-07 07:09 pm (UTC)Er, I mean. He is very cute.
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Date: 2008-07-07 06:12 pm (UTC)Not that they would kill to have good writers contribute or anything...
*runs away*
:-P
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Date: 2008-07-07 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-07 06:37 pm (UTC)They're in the process of setting up the fic archive over there. There's more fic on tennisslash, but the mods there hate the pairing (don't ask) which is why they broke off and started the fedal-specific comm. There's some fic up already but they'll have the archive up and running within the next couple of days.
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Date: 2008-07-07 06:44 pm (UTC)I'd need to care a lot more about tennis before jumping into that pool. Even though I may just possibly have written some RPS in the past. Slash tends to require real love on my part.
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Date: 2008-07-07 08:09 pm (UTC)I'm sure I could manage to pen a pure PWP with Roger/Rafa, but writing dialogue for them - mostly because of their accents - is not something I want to tackle because it would be awful! Total fail on my part, that is!
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Date: 2008-07-07 09:30 pm (UTC)PoT is like smoking: it's awful, but you make a real effort to get into it because a lot of cool people do it, then once you're hooked your life is ruined, but it doesn't matter because by then you've realised that actually it's completely wonderful and you're in for life. Terrible stuff. You're wise to keep away ;)
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Date: 2008-07-07 06:44 pm (UTC)Okay, you don't have to answer really...
Also, thanks for us know about the comm. I did start writing something already and it's good to know there's an audience somewhere.
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Date: 2008-07-07 07:59 pm (UTC)*cough*
I did say it was stupid. :-P
There's definitely an audience, and I'm thrilled that you're writing! *happy dance*
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Date: 2008-07-08 09:36 am (UTC)I am kind of amazed at myself for writing this, never having wanted to write RPS before, and about sport at that! But they are so very entertaining and cute I just can't seem to help myself.
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Date: 2008-07-07 02:21 pm (UTC)Those swimming trunk pictures had me in stitches. Seriously. I had to blink a couple of times and then it set in. Fake bulge for the LOSS. *giggles*
Those shoes are fantastic! I would never wear them either, but they were cool to look at. :D
Glad you had so much fun. That's always the best part of it.
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Date: 2008-07-07 02:26 pm (UTC)...Beard lube?
Beard.
Lube.
These words should never, ever be combined.
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Date: 2008-07-08 10:41 am (UTC)p.s.
Date: 2008-07-08 10:42 am (UTC)Re: p.s.
Date: 2008-07-11 11:18 am (UTC)Re: p.s.
Date: 2008-07-11 10:32 pm (UTC)(is there any fic to go with it?)
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Date: 2008-07-08 09:34 am (UTC)Demotivator by request!
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Date: 2008-07-08 05:09 am (UTC)♥ I think I love you just a little bit more for that. ^___^
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