What at first seemed to almost go down the memory lane as a heavy thought, became in the end not only one of the best memories of my life, but also the trigger for me to drink without even realising three coffees in a row earlier at a party. Now I know why. So that I could not sleep, turn my
disco ball on and write this, hello!
If I only knew the day I got to the Notting Hill police department that, years later, I would be writing about it, I would have got myself an umbrella drink right there and then and chin-chined the heaven out of everyone. Supposedly everyone that enters police departments in London gets cocktails upon entrance. Thank you, stars, for transforming that day into this! Who cares about drinks when there’s coffee? Me. Stars?
Into a rehearsal on a Sunday afternoon with two of my brother’s ex high school classmates who remade up their music band from high school in London – a city where one of them is the owner of the coolest guitar shop (the Gallagher brothers are frequent customers of) and the other one is the chef of the chicest (yet top-secret-most-popular) places for breakfasts in.
Juiciest salmon eggs Benedict of my life!
This is the scenario my brother and I assisted at that day. The band that used to be a Beatles tribute back in high school is now a group these men – with aforementioned jobs during the day – rehearse in on Sundays out of passion. They now make their own music, alongside the drummer of Groove Armada. And we were all in the basement of a bar. In the basement of a hidden bar in central London very few knew about. A bar where Amy Winehouse used to sing.
Out of fun.
Wait… And all these after my phone had been stolen in the morning of the same day. A splendid, Spring, sunny Sunday in a the… Airy! Diaphanous. Like in the movies. In the movies where it is sunny in London. And bright on a leisure Sunday! …Notting Hill. After just having eaten an exquisite breakfast in gorgeous company. I was visiting my brother I adore. He has two daughters who are even tastier than the Benedicts I had that day.
So we just ate (I keep using food references too much), got out on streets and my phone was stollen from my hands while I was taking a picture. I had kept on taking pictures of everything that morning. The universe has its unique ways of tapping our shoulders and say ** Hey! ** when we’re not aware. And this is how I was left without a phone on the day that was about to become one of the most both memorable and full-of-photographable-moments days of my life.
It is quite likely it was so special this genuine good time precisely thanks to the fact that I had no phone to pay attention to and, thus, forget to just be present in a city far from home where there wasn’t anything else to do but enjoy everything.
So I did.
Just as much as I’m enjoying the lights of the disco ball slowly spinning through my home right now while writing this.