Dream big or go home
This Sunday ended my first sort-of hectic period at work. After an all day setup at the venue on Thursday and then starting on Friday, my second UK event was announced a wrap on Saturday.
The first one had taken place in Liverpool the week before where I spent the last evenings of the event in bed eating a chicken soup to cure (another first) a cold.
And that was the first London-cold, which I have been told is a mandatory part of the London-experience. And though I am, much like Samantha, a try-sexual or a "try-everything-once"-kind of girl, I could have done without this particular experience. Spending days on end in bed coughing is not a strong favorite on the list of activities when in a new city, nevermind a new country alone. Thank god for Netflix and Friends.
Anyways - so the second UK-event was held at this cute spot in the Canary Wharf area. The sun was in full spring mode on the first event day and my colleague quickly got the status as my favorite person when she told me to take a break and go out for a while. So I did and - wow. Located just by the docks, I found a small italian coffeeshop under the sun, ordered a cappuccino and just like that Sheryl Crow song we all know and love. "I soaked up the sun, and wanted to tell everyone..."
Slightly sun struck, I paid the bill, took the reciept and passed a bin to throw away the unneccessary piece of paper and... threw my mobile case/cardholder in the bin.
#fail
After being stunned for five full seconds, then somewhat incredulous by my la-di-da reaction as I had carelessly tossed my drivers licence away, I did a quick problem-solving-session in my head and realized I really did not want to go diving head first into the trash in my white shirt then walk back to the event. So I went into the café and a very helpful staff finished prepping a latte before following me out, opened the bin with a set of keys ( apparently I wasn't the first one doing that... I hope) and let me fish out my key card holder. Angel!
I want to say that I couldn't believe I did that - but knowing myself - I find it just typical that I did it while at a dress code: smart casual. But hey, you know what - everytime something like this happens I just think; this will prepare me for the next even more embarrassing thing. And I am kind of excited to see what that will be.
Walking out of the ladies at the Met Gala with toilet paper stuck to my heals. Greeting a member of the royal house with something stuck in my teeth. Spilling a glass of red on James Bond's white shirt. Hey - dream big or go home - right?
Something to look forward to ;)
By the way - is it really just Tuesday - kind of feels like Thursday.