People often refer to New York as "the city that never sleeps", but recently I found out that London suffers from insomnia as well.
Someone today asked me how my weekend went.
"It was exhausting, but great." I said.
"Oh, did you go clubbing?"
Now, someone normal – better known as everybody else but me, would have said yes. But me, obviously I had to come up with another answer because, let's face it, we all know I am not all that normal.
So let's just talk about my crazy weekend for one second, shall we? And maybe all that's been written above will make sense to you.
Ever hear of the BFI London Film Festival? For those of you who are not familiar with this event, it is basically a Film Festival (weird, I know!) and it is probably the UK's largest public film event, which means people can actually buy tickets to go and see movie premiers and walk on the red carpet – hey, don't judge, I consider it pretty exciting!
Now, I'd like to write down that I indeed purchased a ticket and walked on my beloved red carpet, but that'd be a lie.
What I did do, though, was looking at the red carpet from the front row and have the chance to fangirl for a good couple of hours.
Who is familiar with fangirls here? Because if you're not you should know that they'd do basically anything to see their favourite people. And when I say anything, I mean it.
With that being said I can finally wrote down that me and my friend had the brilliant idea to spend the whole night in Leicester Square in order to have the front row for the red carpet.
Let me tell you, it's been almost 48 hours now and I am still so fricking tired! And before you start judging me because I'm only 19 years old, you try and "sleep" on the pavement in Leicester Square on a Saturday night with loads of clubs and drunk people and when it's pouring down – cheers for that, London.
I mean, there were people everywhere and all night long. And clubs shut down at 3 am. What were they doing? I have absolutely no idea, but I told you that London doesn't sleep well, didn't I?
Did I get the front row then? Yes, and I am so happy about it.
Did I get the chance to see all the actors I wanted to see? No, unfortunately I didn't.
But, I got a selfie with Mr. Brad Pitt himself, thank you very much.
So, here's my story. Sorry about the length of this post, but I was extremely inspired by the course of the recent events – who wouldn't be though?!, and please bare in mind that I am not trying to brag in any way, I just wanted to share my experience.
Oh, and to all of the people that said my photo was either photoshopped or done at Madame Tussauds, this last photo is for you. Cheers.
