The most - Happy three friends

It's like as you've been stopping eating chocolate for a long time and forgotten his taste, since one day you decide to take a bite of it. Suddenly, the pleasure fill you up, you remember how much you have always liked it and you wonder how you could have been without it for so long time.
Last weekend something similar happened to me when I met Chemi in London, after almost a year. In few minutes we were the same as in Paris, walking down the streets of a big charming city, saying a lot of silly things, laughing and talking about our wishes and our problems.

Despite the bad weather, it was a wonderful week-end, I can say the PERFECT one: very little sleeping, laughing a lot, hanging around in charming places, eating shitty things, getting a bit drunk, meeting and talking with foreign people, buying things...

On sathurday me and Gabri went shopping: we spent about all the morning at the Candem market, which is quite disappointing if you are not a bulmic-shitting-eater or a hyppie or a punk or a vintage addicted. Whatever, Gabri got a little but satysfing plunder: a vynil from Beatles and a cool t-shirt.
The afternoon continued not much different from the morning, with Gabri who bought 3 kilos of vynil in 20 minuts and me who, despite I entered in 5 different shops and tried about 15 dresses, the only things I liked where those which cost as the entire weekend in London (flight included).
After this consumerism tour-de-force we went to pick up Chemi at Cos and all three, we went to Sainsbury to do the sillyest and shittyest grocery shopping EVER...and that was only the very start of our saturday night.
Without having to spell things out, I will only recall the highlights: the tomato schweppes, the adoption of three gingerbread men, the slogan "Sounds shitty? Sounds good", the drunkness after three bottles of wine (of which,one bought and bore out in secret from a bar), a guy who tried to pick Gabri up, the return to home kicking an apple...

Sunday, it was perfect...woke up in the late morning, had a shower, then we spent one hour in the kitchen having breakfast, and we finally ate our gingerbread sons...
Then, hanging around all day long, in The City, on the Millennium Bridge, near Tate modern (wonderful place, I have to visit it): we stopped in a more-or-less typical pub to have a something-like typical english luch and obviously, while we were waiting for our dishes to come, we said an infite string of silly things like "The cheese is when the milk fuck with the time", "they fired the fucking fisherman" and we start the neverending game of the year "In italian burro means butter, but in spanish it means asino, and asino in spanish means car, and car in italian means...and so on".
Not yet satisfied with our big lunch and the quantity of bullshit we said, we walk for about 100 metres and we went to a Starbacks coffee, to do the only thing that a real italian should never do after luch: to have a huge cap of cappuccino...and obviously we share the chocolatest chocolate slice of cake EVER and, more obviously, we continued saying bullshits...
Then we went to Shoreditch, the indie quarter, and even if I hate the "indie awareness", I couldn't prevent myself to love this place, especially because I finally found my dress!

And then we hang around on typical red London bus, and we discovered some strange things on the top of some bus stops and obviously, we said something silly about it like -this night we have search on google "strange coloured things on the top of the bus stops in london"- and so on...
Next stage was at Covent Garden, where we stopped to wacth a foolish naked juggler and his chainsaw and I imagined a Chuck Pahlaniuk-like shot with the chainsaw slipping from his hands and cutting his harm or someone's head, but fortunately nothing similar happend...
Then a little walk to Trafalgar Square and then into a pub, drinking cider and waiting for dinner time, laughing and talking and taking photographies.
Finally we went at Yo!Sushi, where we didn't eat much cause our pokets were much emptier than our stomachs (especially mine, that was at the point of exploding)... clearly, even there we found something to say silly things about, to be more precise a couple that have eaten 50 pounds of japanese food (equivalent to about 20 plates). the comment was "if japanese food makes you younger, their parents are 6 years old at the moment"...

Well, bullshit after bullshit, laugh after laugh, bust after bust...the day was almost finished: we came back to home and watched silly videos on youtube until the time to go catching the bus arrived. Along the route to the Terravision stop we got almost frozen, however not enough to stop doing stupid things like a dance competition...
Unfortunately, our silly week-end was at its fucking end, so we finally had to thank Chemi and say goodbye to him and to London.
And when I was hugging him and looked at the city streets for the last time, just before closing my eyes and falling asleep, I already missed the bloodyfucking spanishest sillyest best friend and the Londonest London, EVER.