spadiekitchenqueen

Hi dear friends, followers, old timers and new watchers! Welcome into this lair of madness and "Why me" -ing that is my actual life

I have had quite a surprisingly busy last week end of vacations, going from the span of the unexpected to the realm of the utterly weird and crazy.

As many of you may know, last week end was supposed to be Harajuku festival, an open air convention in one of Paris parks, and some friends exposing there (Studio Kumi Créa, melusineistross and Clange-kaze had been kind enough to invite me over.
Life circumstances having barren me from going to Japan Expo this summer, I leapt on the occasion and settled onto cooking my spadelicacies for them , and everyone else

  

Once we arrived there, we did try to settle but alas, weather was against us and we were soon under hectic rain, cold and miserable.

I did manage to distribute all my baked goods, alleviating a little bit the gloom and filling people's stomaches with good cheer but after a couple of hours we had to declare ourselves vanquished and scuttled back to my friend's place for hot tea and dier atmosphere


Weather getting worse and worse, after a while we just called it and day and settled down. we had the most amazing afternoon chatting and giggling before it was time for me to hop back into a train to go back home (because, yes, I do not live in Paris)

Thanks to the "great quality" of Paris' subway, I missed my train ><" and had to wait 2 hours and half for the next. While I was waiting I spent time texting a buddy about my predicament and he suggested since he too was not having the best time ever, that we met once I arrived for burgers and a couple Z movies to cheer ourselves up.

The evening went great, so great we didn't see the hours tick tock by and at arounb=d 2 in the morning, I suggested he crash on my folding couch rather than walk the approx 3 miles to his home, boasting that my neighbourhood was amazingly nice and quiet unlike his part of the town and he would be able to sleep in and be waken up by the birds rather that drunkards yelling.

He agreed, we settled down, and...


At 6 in the morning someone started to frantically ring my door.

Two things to know about me: I have a very, very light sleep, and when alone I like to sleep naked, so I do not have many pajamas: the combi I was wearing was covering tatas and butt, yes, but it was also black and lacy..

Two things to know about my flat : I am on ground floor, and while my doorbell works, the automated main hall door button doesn't so if I want to open it I have to walk through said hall..

I propelled myself of my bed, ran to the door, opened it.. and stopped dead in my tracks for half a second, trying to make sense to what i was seeing.

My upstairs young neighbour, 15 years old, butt naked, bloodied, crying hysterically and screaming "They are still after me, let me in, let me innn!"

I ran to the door, opened it, he collapsed in my arms and I dragged him to my flat and safety.
I turned on the lights, hollering at the still soundly sleeping friend, who woke up with a start to a crying, naked teenager spilled on his lap and a "Help me, I need to see where he is bleeding from!!" The answer was everywhere or almost, he has been repeatedely kicked in the face, the ribs, his feet were bleeding from running on gravel, etc..

I called the police, who hooked me up to the firemen, who hooked me through the EMS and by the time I was done detailing the kid's state, cops were already at my door.

Only then  did I realise how scantily clothed I was, but kid was still holding onto me for dear life (I am not kidding, I still have bruises where he grabbed my arms) so I gritted my teeth and just asked for a bit of bed cover to be thrown over me. The friend with me was amazing, talking to the kid, soothing him, telling him everything was going to be okay..

When EMT showed up I was able to sneak into the bathroom to grab some clothes and I explained them what the kid had told us: that his mom wa working 2 jobs to keep them afloat, day during week, nights on week end at a call center, so he had sneaked out with a friend to a party, and they both got assaulted coing back home.

Kid was so wretched up he couldn't even remember his mom's number so cops asked me to wait for her and warn her when she would come back home. EMS also asked me for clothes for the kid, which I provided (jogging bottom, long tunic, and bright yellow cord shoes which were the only ones he could wear over his cuts, poor kid) and finally everyone trooped out.

Friend and I collasped on the now ravaged couch, shaking from the aftermath of the shock, before he suggested us to have some hot cocoa to calm us down. I think I never was as grateful for an idea as I was at this time. We dozed up, sipping our cocoa, for almost an hour before the mother came barreling down, hysterical with worry about her son. She left running for ER while I just stood there hazy with tiredness and post adrenaline. Settled back to try to sleep, managed one more hour, before some A-holes lazy neighbours rang my door because "we couldn't find our keyfob and it isn't that much a problem for you isn't it?"
I did open them the door, still in my lacy PJs, while the mother huffed at my appearance and I lost it, snarled at her that if my clothing style on a frigging sunday morning annoyed her so much, maybe she should just get her head off her ass and get her keys.
(yeah, lack of sleep turns my generally kind and cheerful nature in some kind of pissed off panther)

Anyway, got news from the kid: many bruises, split lip, split scalp, a buch of minor cuts but no head trauma, no broken teeth. All said and done he was lucky.. *sigh* Now he will "just" have to deal with the trauma..


And you, what happened to you lately? :*

Coucou mes choupinous !

je serai à Harajuku sur le stand Kumi créations, et j'aurai plein de Spadélices cette année

• Gâteau pommes cannelle, glaçage caramel beurre salé
• Brownie au trois chocolats
• Brownie coeur confiture de lait
• Gâteau mousseux citron framboises
• Cakes salés assortis

Donc si vous voulez passer me claquer la bise ou gouter mon miam (dans la limite des stocks dispos, oeuf corse) , ben on se dit rendez vous samedi !

Bisous !

Where, where, where was Spadie gone?

Well, I did snail up (up, up in my shell) for some times but I am slowly but surely (snail like) coming back.

I am finally settling up in my new place, getting used to the life there, getting over Taïga passing away, and used to living alone again.

So, in short, I am getting better and over this damn depression that drowned me those last months.

Work also is going better, and I have had a few quite funny moments I may share with you later if you're interested.

A few weeks from turning 35, I am giggling at that idea. it seems that only yesterday I was 22 and considering 35 as ancient! well it isn't and so far my plans for celebrating it are to leave a bunch of water pistols at my door with a  note "Come and get me if you dare" go hide in the forest behind my place, and wait in ambush for anyone interested in coming play with me, with beers as a reward once we are out of water ammo



Also for those interested, I am going to soon launch a contest, but not a drawing one, a questions one! You will know more very soon so stay tuned!

and BTW, next kiriban: 69 069

Love you all