next stop - clapham

well it's been a couple of weeks, and i've been quite the busy lad.. most of my time has been spent with my gal CS who made it over for her maiden voyage right before valentine's day... i reference v-day, as CS is also known as my wife.  mr. and mrs. cheekypint have actually spent many a beach holiday, romantic dinner and night out in seedy gay bars (what?) over the past DECADE or so, so as you can imagine, i was really excited to see her.

i won't go into the adventures that we had, because CS does a fantastic job chronicling (is that a word?) all of the gastro-fun that we had together in her own little blog... but suffice to say, it was great.  i do find that i'm acclimating quite well here - but it's always nice to have a familiar face from across the pond to make it that much better.

so onto the here and now... just wrapping up a great weekend here... after a truly exhausting week, friday night was just what i needed.  discovered a new neighborhood - clapham - which is probably a good mix between smith street in brooklyn and greenwich village (btw, please forgive the incessant nyc comparisons - i am just trying to tailor the message to my audience).   a good mix of young professionals/artists/bohemian types mixed in with your basic 'yobs' (another great word i just learned) having a good friday night out on the town.

anyway, the brazilian and i kicked off the evening with seeing the movie that basically everyone else has already seen (even my parents!) but us - slumdog millionaire - at this very cool 'picture house' which, not surprisingly, has a fully-licensed bar next to the popcorn stand (i am sure you can guess which had the biggest line... err... queue).  ok, i get it now.  amazing film.  kinda funny to see a hollywood/bollywood ending though.  (i.e. guy gets girl, guy joins 100s of people in line dancing sequence at end of film).  the brazilian was a bit emotionally taken with the whole story line, so after the movie was done, we quickly changed that scene to one that was more familiar to us.. boys and booze.  first stop was the 'kazbar' - i'd say this would be similar to (here we go again...) g on w 19th street... lots of room to stand and pose, decent music and, well, gay.  second stop was the two brewers... i was less of a fan of this one.. it was a little more run down, a little sadder... kinda like 'posh' in hells kitchen.  but the crowd was entertaining enough and i heard a great mashup of world hold on (bob sinclar) and people hold on (lisa stansfield) that made up for any shortcomings.  

saturday was a very productive day for cheeky-p and the brazilian - unfortunately nothing that i feel is worth blogging about (though if you are truly interested in how to get hard water spots off the shower door and which load of laundry i started first, i would be more than happy to tell you).  after all that excitement, we were itching a bit to return to civilization with - you guessed it - a few more drinks, this time in soho.  we were good boys though, and didn't make it too late of an evening.  all good fun.

the week ahead looks to be fairly brutal, but nothing like the brutality i saw in slumdog.  it'll be funny to see how it's presented at the oscar's tonight (which i will not be staying up for, thank you very much). a bunch of fake hollywood types saying what a great message the movie has - yadda yadda yadda - while spending millions on an awards show that no one really cares about. 

now, if you want to see a proper awards show, check out the brit awards - hosted by kylie? lady gaga and the pet shop boys together on stage together?  amazing...

i'll always have paris...

just got back from a whirlwind weekend in the city of lights... the place that i called home more than a decade ago, but even today, always seems to welcome me back into its arms whenever i'm lucky enough to pop by for a visit...

this weekend was a 2 for 1... work and play... after meeting my french colleagues for an afternoon of meetings, i finally arrived at metro "arts et metiers" on friday evening to meet my good friend theo.   we go WAAAAAY back and it's always nice to see someone that doesn't make it feel that way when you see him.  dinner was at one of my favorites - hotel du nord - followed by some fun yet innocent debauchery at le duplex and le CUD.  CUD apparently stands for 'classic up and down'... but it seems that the clientele there is definitely more 'up' than 'down'... how they are so 'up' particularly at 5am, hmmm.. ya just gotta wonder.

saturday was spent recuperating with some dim sum at a local chinese resto near chez theo, followed by a reunion with an old work colleague and good friend at hers.  we had many a giggle over all of the people we used to make fun of at work, some still there, some not.  after the trip down rue de la memorie, i rejoined theo for the evening's activities... which happened to be a birthday dinner hosted at one of the most fab apts i've ever seen in paris.  what made the evening even more interesting was that the host and the birthday boy didn't know each other.  'Course 8 bottles in, that doesn't matter, and well if we ended up going back AGAIN to the duplex and the CUD for one last CUDdle, that shouldn't matter too!

tres bon weekend!

but as i reflect on the last 48 hours, i liken the whole paris/london experience to what you might feel like the first time you run into your ex after many many years post breakup... initial awkwardness (who looks better?  who's happier?), then familiarity and nostalgia... followed by a brief moment of introspection (did i make the right decision?  what if?  what if?), finished off with a true sense of satisfaction and contentment... 

...for paris was definitely the love of my life back in the heyday of my youth, with its amazing joie de vivre (and equally amazing jolis garcons - who were out in full force this weekend, mon dieu), but now, older, wiser and - yeah, i'll say it - hotter, i'm definitely ready for london (via sao paulo) and all that it has in store for me...

snow, glorious snow!

after returning from a fun-filled weekend with old friends in leeds, i was witness to a rarity only seen once within the last couple of decades - a full-on snowstorm in jolly ole england!  and with it came the usual inconveniences you would expect from a city always looking for someone or something else to blame - slow underground service, no shoveled sidewalks or steps for days, my GYM closed EARLY! and whatever else isn't quite working right...

on the other hand, there were some beautiful sights to behold this morning as i made my way to 76 buckingham palace road... trees and parks covered in untouched white stuff, roads a little less noisy today with no buses or trucks around and smiles on fellow londoners faces as they see something a little out of the ordinary on a usually rather ordinary monday morning...

 

weekend wrapup

well, and so another comes to a close... but no complaints here... after a great friday night, saturday was followed by the first home-cooked meal at the lofts, courtesy of the brazilian... delicious chicken stroganoff and rice, with wine (courtesy of my favorite neighborhood supermarket)...

after the last bite, darted off across town to the theatre (that's right, -re) to see "studies for a portrait" ... a play in two acts about a dying artist and the struggle over who gets his lifetime work, his current or former lover... it was a bit convoluted, but entertaining... particularly since it was in the back of this old, OLD pub in kennington where a manchester united match was showing in its final minutes.  old fogies, many faggies... you see the humor (i hope).  another highlight had to have been "justin", the 23-year-old boytoy of the main character's partner (following me?)... i was just thinking that this "justin" would be the perfect set up for nycgirluninterrupted when she comes and visits in a few weeks... he's really young, cute and a stage actor.  right up her alley!

today was a little more low key - a nice roast for lunch (including my favorite... sticky toffee pudding), which i promptly worked off with several rounds of tennis and bowling on my NEW WII!  now i'll never leave the lofts...

milk and twinkies

it was back to the barbican with the brazilian last night to see Milk.  the movie just opened here in london (yes, it takes a little while for things to get here... maybe they come by boat still, i don't know), and we were there among a million other homo's to watch.

amazing.

the story in and of itself is impressive.  harvey milk, the first openly gay man elected to a governmental office and an inspiration for gays and lesbians for years to come.  and while sean penn was absolutely fantastic (oscar, anyone?), i really loved the side characters that made up his entourage too.  oh, and james franco is absolutely adorable.  but you readers already knew that i'm sure.

all charged up from some 70s style homo activism, the brazilian and i decided to skip forward to the next decade - the 80s - and hit Ghetto which happens to be only a 5 minute walk from me (god, i love my neighborhood).  on the website, ghetto is described as "a crazy old pub with animal heads" and so i guess it wasn't surprising that friday night was 'kill your pets' night. Which naturally means that dress code of dead animals, disco roadkill, fur-coats soaked in blood and stillettos was de rigueur.  

It was definitely a step back in time, and one of those places you always picture london to look like in the 80s - painfully hip boys and girls with wild do's, spinning and twirling to pet shop boys and culture club. it was great!  door staff, a little rude though... we need to do something about that.  oh, and the fact that i was clearly one of the older people there.  but hey, at least i knew all of the words to the songs...

off to start the weekend.  first stop, gym.  second stop, argos.  don't you dare call me 'predictable'...

portugal, france and every bite in between

tonight i went with the brazilian for a bit of the portuguese - nando's!

according to wikipedia....nando's is a portuguese restaurant chain originating in south africa (with me so far?) specialising in chicken.  ok, that makes sense to me.  i'm always down for some good chicken.  and i love portugal, so i think we're in good shape there too..

had a nice spicy double grilled chicken pitta sandwich with a bit of ratatouille (no, the tomatoe-y stuff... not that cute little vermin from versailles) and a beer (and a half).  

finished it all off with a nice belgian waffle topped with ferrero rocher ice cream (oy!) next door at patisserie valerie - another new fave...

with about 3000 calories down the hatch, i'm now off to bed... and i have a dream... which is to wake up early, hit the gym and work off the excesses of today.  

yes i can.

nighty night!

housework

pretty much spent all day as your typical english housewife... made breakfast for the brazilian (i have never done this before so you know this is something special), put the kettle on and then got to work.  with some able (and rather fit) assistance, i was able to hang up 12 things at britannia lofts today: a huge mirror and a whole bunch of prints that i brought over from nyc.  even that crazy french postage stamp print that never quite made it on to the walls in brooklyn.  what a sense of accomplishment i am feeling right now!  off to enjoy some indian food before calling it a day...

cheers!