It's been a substantial weekend.

Met JW on Friday after work.
Headed off for a few drinks & catching up,
Before going to the G3 party in Mayfair.
The G3 party wasn't too fantastic,
So we left for Ghetto with her mates Lucy & co.
Queue outside Ghetto was too long,
So JW & I decided to pass & head home.

Back to Fulham area on Saturday,
To visit the old housemates.
Too bad Kim wasn't around.
Headed to Camden with Garazi & Christophe.
Magic mushroom shops sprouted everywhere.

Met Ernie & co. at Sainsbury,
Was introduced to Michelle.
Headed to Jackson's to cook dinner.
The result:
Lemon chicken by Jackson,
Orange ribs by Ivy,
Tomato omelette by Irene,
Fried lettuce by Michelle.
Ernie & I made some French appetiser ---
Grilled tomatoes stuffed mainly with bread crumbs.
After reading that whole list of food,
What else can I say?
Fabulous dinner.

Sunday was a strange day.
Pick out the snippets of facts as I tell the tale.

Capoeira class in the afternoon,
Then a Brazilian music workshop at Hammersmith.
Cati told me during a small talk session,
That she works as a housekeeper for Kate Winslet.
Whoa.

Casto drove us to the Maya's party after the workshop.
Learnt in the car that most of them live in Nottinghill area.
Cati educated me on drugs after we shared a joint.
Casto's neighbour got kicked to death last week.
A girl living in the area commited suicide at the shop her boyfriend worked.

We arrived at Maya's flat at Nottinghill/Westbourne area.
Maya is Danish,
Annd probably the best-looking girl in class.
And her body is great.
I know it cos she is that girl I shook hands with,
When we were in the changing room.
Maya made wonderful food ---
Her own bread, guacamole, cous-cous (with mango bits!), rice, humus...
And she sews her own (nice) clothes.

The next thing I know,
This girl was telling me Maya & her were together.
All I could say was, 'Really?'
Then I found out from her colleagues they work at Amber,
Which is a gay restaurant-bar that I went with JW on Friday.
Then I realised one of her colleagues,
Is the ex-girlfriend of an aquaintance of mine,
Though we haven't met before.

Too much information, perhaps.
All strung together by capoeira classmates.
Feeling very odd.
Hope it isn't the weed.