Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Social Standards

The cool thing about a city the size of London is that it's so big that you are likely to never run into a random person you may meet on a random night out ever again. This basically means that peoples social expectations when combined with the English's love of binge drinking are dramatically lowered in comparison to most other cities I've lived in.


On the weekend my friends and I managed to run into a couple of girls who had incredibly good jobs in very competitive industries. This being said, Monday to Friday I'm sure they uphold mass amounts of professionalism in dealing with some of the worlds biggest clients within the music and fashion world. Getting along well with these girls we all headed back to our house to continue the Party. As the night went on, one of these girls passed out sitting up and it took 3 of us to move her to the couch. Then about an hour after, her friend decided to dessert her passed out friend and took off without her, to our dismay. Especially considering we barely knew either of these people. The next morning, my housemate came in and saw her flat on her face on the floor, still asleep, just before he took off for the day. This was the last any of us saw of her. However, she did manage to leave her mark on our couch by urinating all over it. Good to see the old tradition of marking your territory is still alive in this day and age. I love the idea of her doing work with a marketing manager at Louis Vuitton on Monday and them asking "how was your weekend". . . 

I love the contrast of English gracefulness. Parts of the population pride themselves on it, another part is at the exact opposite end of the scale and then the majority are in the middle. I try to keep everything anonymous as to not find myself in courts of law. This situation was just way too funny not to write about. 

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

A DJ, a geezer and an annoying American

The great thing about modeling in Milan is that you come into contact with people from such a range of different cultures and backgrounds. This can often set the scene for some hilarious situations.

On this particular night, My friend and I had been invited over to this very successful indie Deejay's apartment for a few drinks. She had some American friends who lived below whom she had planned to try and set up with us. As we sat drinking and sharing stories. I discovered what interesting stories this deejay and her boyfriend had. Hearing about how her Boyfriend got caught at the swiss border with 8 grams of weed and getting the 200 Euro fine sent to his mum's house. Or how In his time of coming to Milan for Modeling, he'd been invited to three orgies. Turning them down in sheer disgust. Or how she was very good friends with a Babyshambles member and always got AAA passes whenever they were playing. No doubt there were potentially some more hard core stories involving Babyshambles she was probably smart enough not too share with us. All in all, it was a very enjoyable night. Then the American arrived.

This girl was a larger girl, who was not overly attractive. However, you woudn't have picked it with the confidence she displayed. I do recall the deejay telling us her Father was someone of importance within the fashion world. As we continued to drink a bit more. The vibe of the evening certainly wasn't the same, as she continually made snide and condescending comments regarding our knowledge of Milan and a few other issues. This certainly riled my geezer mate who had been living in Milan for almost a year. Which I believe was a fair bit longer than she had. This resulted in a hilarious argument unto which the result was us leaving very awkwardly in quite an embarrassing situation. 

Its amazing how one person can completely change a social situation and turn it from a relaxed, hilarious and entertaining evening into an awkward unnecessary exit. Good times.