Club Koko

So last night I did something completely out of character and went to this club with my friends. 

The club, Koko, was in Camden, about a 20 minute walk from my dorm. While I am the type who much refers to stay in and laugh too loud with a group of friends instead of subjecting myself to premature hearing loss in these loud public places, I must say that I had quite an enjoyable time. The building, in itself, was awesome. Koko is housed in what used to be a theatre. The inside reminded me sort of a less art-deco version of The Pantages. And very red. (Think Moulin Rouge, Syd.) All of the seating is removed from the orchestra and the mezzanine and the open space that is left behind is used as the main dance floor/ lounge area. In front of the stage was this huge screen, onto which some random old black and white movie was being projected. The whole experience was highly post-modern. In an old theatre young kids dance to indie British rock music, while an old movie plays behind them. And, of course, there is a disco ball shining overhead. At about 1 this band unexpectedly began to play on the stage, which was really fun. Dancing and rock concert all in one night. Not nearly as nice, though, was the putrid scum left on my shoes and feet after a night of being unintentionally doused with beer, and random mixed drinks on the dance floor. 

I woke up today, later than expected, after having  a dream that the gang was having a loud party in Taj and Tyrus' suite. I kind of just laid in bed after I woke up, trying to fall back into the dream. Sadly, I was awake as awake could be. So I read The Mysteries of Udolpho for a while until Jessica and I departed for the super market. Today's expedition was quite the learning experience. 

In Southern California, when you go to the super market, you don't necessarily think about the weight of the items you buy since you just throw them in the trunk and merrily drive yourself home. Well, when you live in a city that requires you carry all of your groceries home, weight becomes incredibly important. My shoulders will not be happy tomorrow. Luckily, I have a ton of delicious food that I'm going to try not to ruin in my thus-far futile attempts at culinary genius. Mom, I need your help! I can't cook! AHHHHHH! (I did manage to make rice tonight. Thanks for that lesson, Mom!) 

I made stir fry tonight. With tofu. It was okay, but the seasoning stuff I put in it was kind of gross, which is rather unfortunate considering the price. Now I know not to buy that crap again. 

I have a brownie waiting for me for dessert though. Excellent. 

Now, I have a paper to write. Lauren's coming into London on Tuesday. We're going to afternoon tea at the Dorchester. My paper is technically due on Tuesday, so tea is my motivation to finish it early. So here I go!