Another Saturday, another night on the town!
Saturday night we once again hit the fair city of London, dragging a few of the regulars out, despite loosing one who had to take his girlfriend to A&E, and another who was out celebrating Chinese New Year with his girlfriend. Thankfully, the numbers were made up again by a special guest appearance from
Classy and brother-of-Classy!
Now planning is not really one of my strong points, and what seemed like a relatively simple plan of "Meet in Waxy's at 7pm", didn't go quite as planned, since I'd neglected the fact that Waxy's is one of the larger bars of London. Therefore, it was quite a bit of wandering around and staring at women in chance of recognition before we actually found each other at around 8.30. Not that wandering around and staring at women wasn't a productive way to spend an hour and a half.
I would like to be able to give a more detailed recap of the evening, but memory is a little blurred, which I'm convinced is due to someone slipping some kind of amnesia pill in one of my many double vodkas. But highlights that do come to mind are the impressive balancing act by brother-of-Classy with a pint, cigarette and ashtray, the awkward conversation with the guy in the mens room, whose job it was to help me with the challenging task of washing my hands*, and the many pints that Classy was impressively lining up, which makes me think the bar is being set pretty high for St Patricks Day.
So a great night out, despite the 2 hours it took me to get home, thank you London Transport, and at least I feel like I've had a sneak preview of things to come next month during my trip to the U.S. Let the (just over) four week countdown begin!
* Am I the only one who finds this deeply unsettling?