Fabulous, fabulous ME

Sorry it has been a rather delayed blog this time friends and loved ones.... Unfortunately I have spent the last few days applying non-stop for graduate programs, and have gotten rather sick of writing about myself. How have I shown team work skills lately? How have i displayed analytical skills lately? How do I fit with the ethos of the company? And something tells me that referring to myself as "the epitome of awesomeness" is not quite going to cut it.

Anyway, here is a story to make you smile:

On Saturday night, an extremely exhausted me finished work and was about to head home, when my friend Slawa said "Kathryn, come to a party with me". I said, "hell to the no Slawa." And she said "my friend is meeting me there, but she's not there yet, and I don't want to be alone. So you and Judith come and hang out for an hour or so and keep me company". I acquiesced. So we get to this party which turns out to be a rave in a disused apartment building, with some very dodgy characters standing out the front. I wanted to flee, but hey, it was in Time OUt London. If you can't trust Time Out London, who can you trust? Went in, and it was pretty dodgy, graffiti everywhere, trance music, typical really. So we go upstairs, dance for awhile, before I decide I need to go for to the toilet. So I tell my friends I will be back, and off I go. On the way though, I cleverly decide to go and put my coat in the cloakroom down stairs. So I trot off downstairs, put my coat in (my bag is already there) then go back to the stairs, where I find a police officer blocking the door, who tells me that the party is being SHUT DOWN and I have to get out. But my friends are upstairs! I protest. She shrugs. At this point, I am pretty sure that Judith put her phone into coat check as well, and I don't have Slawa's number. So I spend the next half hour hanging about outside the coat room, waiting for them to appear, which they don't. Then I remember that Judith only put her jumper in, and it was in my bag, so she should have her phone. Hurrah! It turns out to be true, and we were reunited. Turns out they were waiting on the road outside, very upset, thinking I had been kidnapped/arrested/met a guy and was keeping them waiting on the street in the cold for no reason. Happy. Ending.

So my weekend was weird, and I have decided to give up going to parties for lent. But I need to take up something else to fill my time, so any suggestions? I'm thinking knitting. Or a boyfriend? No, knitting. At least it will be productive :)