11.11pm, Drinking wine at Sara and Emily's house in Brixton. It was Fireworks Night so the five of us (us three, plus Potts and Catdog) met up in Clapham Common and ooh-ed and aah-ed with the best of them. The fireworks were actually truly amazing; I felt quite overwhelmed and excited, and there was such a fun, Friday-night atmosphere there. Ear muffs, warm wine out of plastic cups, slipping through the mud to get a good spot, craning our necks up and shrieking in joy: I felt like I was about five. After the fireworks, we went back to the girls' house in Brixton and it was just so nice to be hanging out with some of my best friends ever, without the panic of only having one night or one weekend. They are some of the best things about being in London.
(Picture taken from A little austrian)
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