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.