Jalouse because of China White

Wednesday came and so came the love of my life. I made my way on Wednesday evening to Liverpool Street to meet Sara and the thing following her, also known as Sara's friend Noora. Wednesday was quickly over, and on Thursday I had to attend a class in the morning. While I was studying Human Physiology like never before, girls were enjoying themselves by doing absolutely nothing. Eventually they made their way to Canary Wharf and enjoyed themselves even more with some shopping, which I have noticed to be what girls tend to do. When the evening fell upon us, we could sense that something was bound to happen as the man of many mysteries, J-P Nurvala gave us a heads up about a possible night of clubbing. We wanted to play it safe and got few beers if some preparations are needed, and as usual, playing safe paid off. 

We got the call and made our way to Jalouse, one of the many higher-profile nightclubs of London. There we were greeted by J-P and his classmate who is a promoter for Jalouse and she made getting in pretty easy for us. Inside, the status of the club was noticeable, as was the early timing. People were just sitting still and looking good (well, at least some of them were looking good) and we couldn't help but to think that if it is going to be this formal and stiff throughout the night, we wont fit in too well. But we didn't pay too much attention to it, and as some time passed by the transformation had taken place without anyone even noticing it. Music started to pump louder and it was obvious that DJ was really stepping it up behind the turntables. Once again, alcohol had turned men in suits and women in cocktail dresses who were as stiff as a two by four in to lean mean dancing and drinking machines. No matter how much money you have once you get enough liquor in your system, you will be just like any Bob the Builder picked up from the street. You can't dance no matter how hard you try, you will scream and shout things that make no sense without a visible reason and just generally behave in a way that would under different circumstances be considered as inappropriate. We have all been there, we know what's it like. And I believe that this is the reason why people do it, try to defy the odds and believe that they are supermen who can do the impossible and feel fine next morning. Jug down incredible amounts of toxins regardless of what will await in few hours as the sun rises again to start a new day. The infamous day after. 

We made our way home and the next morning was as expected. We were somewhat slow to get up and plans regarding going to Oxford Street so that Noora could shop some more had to be postponed with couple of hours. That was of course because we did not just sleep too well, since we are people who behave and not drink excessively. Sara felt so tired that she decided to stay at home and I was forced to accept the somewhat unpleasant honor of being Noora's guide around this Candy Land for females, shopping heaven of always nice and quiet Oxford Street. In the heat of the shopping, she found something else that caught her eye. Literally. At Selfridges there was a Valentine's Day promotion that included two men nearly as fit as me wearing nothing but boxers and flipflops, and they were standing in front of a photo booth. Her reaction to this was unlike anything I have seen before. She actually wasn't able to look at these pieces of meat because she was afraid that she'd lose control and go in for a quick bite of the left hamstring. Eventually she calmed herself down, sort of, and was able to gather the needed bits of self control to take a picture with them. Now that picture has become her favorite cuddling buddy and it has been situated in a place where she can see it first thing in the morning. 

Saturday was only about two things. In the morning and during the day we tried to make up some of the time that was lost yesterday and headed back to Oxford Street. Girls, mainly Noora tho, wanted finish what ever she needed to finish. After that it was time to roll out the big guns and prepare for the main event of the evening, Sara's birthday party including the Welcome to London aspect. 

Girls at Oxford Circus.

Someone else was there too.

Canary Wharf.

Hello, it's me, Noora Heikkinen.

Having a total laughter at Canary Wharf DLR.

Quick pit stop at Canary Wharf Tesco and then the brief journey back home to do some last minute cleaning. Also one important ritual needed to take place: my head was screaming for the touch of a razor. We got everything done pretty much in time and realized that only thing missing was the guests. This is one interesting thing that I have had to learn the hard way: when it comes to attending events, people in London probably wont do as they say, if they say anything at all. That is another thing that us Finns are not that familiar with, because in our set of values replying to invitations and letting people know what you are going to do about a party or other event is something that we just do. And I am not saying that people who had something else planned or were at work or something would have done something wrong, not at all. This level of, probably the right word would be ignorance, from some people is just something that us, or at least me personally, are not used to. As you might have already realized, the turnout was not what we expected it to be when only five people actually showed up. However, after the elite squad was together it was time to go big. This is what we came up with.

Me and Mr Canada

Dragons.

A group of Dragons!

Noora & LJ

AFC

Pieces of meat.

Can you really say no to those Bambi-eyes?

First Power Play line & The Checking Line

After we had had few civilized beers, it was time to call in some rubber shoes and head towards Oxford Circus. The club we were heading to is called China White, located right in the heart of the London's hottest area for a night out. Names were on the list as they were supposed to and in no time after beating the absolutely humongous queue we were escorted to our table. Bucket full of ice, juices, soft drinks, straws, glasses and something to go with it were served to us. I wanted to make sure Sara gets something special for her birthday + welcoming to London party and boy did we deliver this time around. Sometimes I amaze even myself to be honest. Partying to some absolutely amazing music, laughing more than probably is healthy and simply having an absolute blast in exclusive surroundings. 

Please notice, I am holding a bottle of orange juice. There is no alcohol in the table.
From left: Sara - Timo - Noora - Donny - Me - Freddy

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Well hello there...

How interesting is that ceiling?

What are those huge bottles with transparent liquid in them?

Kalle "Fat Finn" Uusitalo & Fredrik "Absolutely Ripped" Hellander 

Our waiter, he was more bonkers than us! And he was working for gods sake. But he had some sick dance moves!

In the first hours of the actual morning after, everyone were supposedly pretty much where they were supposed to be and we were feeling calm and collected. After going through pictures we broke down again and at some point I was literally Rolling On The Floor Laughing. Too soon after this comedy bomb from last night it was time for Donny to leave our comfy guest mattress and start his journey back to the yards of Hogwarts and to Gryffindor's rugby practice. Meanwhile we started to head towards another wonderland known as Camden. Slight rain was not enough to stop us and we indeed did end up having a little stroll around Camden. Little is the correct word because we had only three hours or so to spent on this experience, because Noora had chosen the best flight of them all. Flight that would leave London-Stansted Airport 7.15, AM. This meant that we needed to be at Liverpool Street around 5am or so and therefore sleeping was reduced in to all time minimum. Only problem in this equation was the variable called LMU that meant I had to leave house 0745 to make it to the amazingly interesting and motivating MA1034N-module also known as Introduction to Data Analysis. All you cutie pies over there can pick up those calculators and do the math about how much I got sleep and divide it with the square root my interest level. And while you are at it, you could define mean, median, mode, standard deviation and coefficient of variation as well. I was supposed to do it this morning, but even despite of my hardcore reserve officer training in Finnish Defence Forces it was pretty tough to focus on a man who no one understood because of his accent and mumbling voice or on a subject that is probably the most boring in the history of mankind. Even though data analysis is trying to take a chokehold of us, we can amuse ourselves with few pictures taken at very moist Camden.

White blue Lambo, sweet.

Black Ferrari was pretty nice also.

"Nah, this place is boring. Let's go to the Island meant for Dogs"

Now it is time to have some long awaited sleep right beside my little kitty cat who is finally beside me, and this time she is not leaving to Finland right away. After a night where you actually get some sleep, I think things will look a bit better. Not that anything would be too badly wrong in the beginning.

From the warm London, greetings especially to Finland where proper winter is still raging on. I wish I was there!...sort of. Wednesday it will be +10 and sun is shining. :)