and the winner goes to…

Well, the Oscars viewing I mentioned in my post earlier went slightly askew.


My friend & I bought tickets to an Oscar viewing at Roxy Bar & Screen in the London Bridge area “from 6pm until late”, with free glasses of prosecco thrown in the mix (which is always a plus!). We were there by 6:30, eager beavers, dressed to the nines, fresh-faced with make up and a can-do attitude.


We eventually discovered that the Oscars actually are screened in the UK at 1:30am. And on a school night?!

Our night eventuated thus: We gossiped and ate dumplings at Wagamama on Southbank, before a lovely cider at one of the oldest pubs in London (The George – where Shakespeare and Charles Dickens once frequented). We eventually went back to the Oscars bar to watch Keeping up with the Kardashians (Kylie Jenner and Tyga drama, oh!) and half of Birdman  on a big screen in the bar. We drank prosecco and cocktails and finished the night off with dessert.

And while most of the other viewers stayed on for the long haul, we were in bed by midnight at our respective houses at either end of the Jubilee tube line.

“You know what? Even though we didn’t end up watching the Oscars, I had a lot of fun. We got to have wine and we caught up with the Kardashians and we ate food. Here’s hoping Leo wins that Oscar…” I said, as we hugged goodbye at the station.

When I woke up in the morning, he had.

You go, boy!

Life is about embracing forks in the road, and diversions. Knowing that life won’t always be the way you want it to, but sometimes the best stories come from the unplanned, the spontaneous and the things that don’t quite work out the way you planned.

Because in the end, they eventually do.

Lou x


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