James Cameron, look at what you've done. So, despite the raucous-looking image above, I did actually have a relatively quiet weekend. But not before taking the Bender Express to Bendertown!
Thursday after work I celebrated my 10 days of freelance work by heading out for drinks with some friends from the office to this pub called Phoenix (it's actually a members-only bar, but if you get in before 8 pm, you're OK. Are you confused about that? Well so am I. Have a drink.) Anyway got pre-sauced there and celebrated my last day before my first real day of full-time work!
Then I headed up to Shoreditch to meet up with Franca and her cousins for a night of boozy mayhem. We met at a PACKED pub where the gang was playing pool (I use the term play loosely as the cue ball spent more time in the air and on the floor than rolling around that soft green felt). I chugged a pint (like a good Canadian does) and then we headed for a delicious dinner of dim sum at Drunken Monkey.
Drunken Monkey was pretty awesome - a pub/bar/cool time hang out that was packed to the brim with Londoners. We managed to snag ourselves a table where we ate SO much dim sum, drank copious amounts of raspberry mojitos and for some ill-conceived reason, began playing a barrage of drinking games (never have I ever was a bad idea) until we decided to destroy another fine London establishment.
We drunkenly stumbled out into the streets and headed to one lame bar (that closed at midnight, pfft) and then ended up at Cargo, which is where the beautiful picture above is taken. My mind was a little blurry from intoxication, but I do remember that this blue breasted woman was on stilts and making the rounds at the bar like a champion.
Franca and I ditched at about 3, ended up taking black cab home because we were too drunk to find the bus stop. In a rather insane move, I decided making grilled cheese sandwiches at 4 am was an excellent idea and managed to avoid third degree burns from the open flames (but umm, I burnt the sandwiches).
Friday morning was rough and Franca and I were in no shape to do anything, so we went and got ourselves a fry-up, some snacks and watched Pretty Woman - umm, I mean we went to church and thanked Jesus for his holy sacrifice because it was Good Friday.
Friday night we went to Giraffe for dinner (had some kind of exorbitantly priced Asian salad. If there's one thing they're good at over here, it's overcharging for shitty food). Then we hit up The New Rose where we met a lovely bunch of Brits and an Australian whom we drank with for the rest of the evening. We made it home at about 4, sans grilled cheese.
Saturday I contemplated whether I should, in fact, check myself into rehab, and spent the rest of the day watching The Wire. Ditto for Sunday. Franca went to a fam jam in Bristol and I wanted to cuddle up with some Stringer Bell for the rest of my life (What is UP with season 3? Goddamn.) so the rest of the weekend was relatively low key. Sunday, met up with Dan Milano for a coffee and a catch up. And Monday I met Jenny for a drink at Angelic which turned into an all day booze fest (really should have checked into AA).
But I took two days off drinking, OK, Dad? Plus, you're Welsh so it's your fault I'm like this. Love you!
Yesterday I officially started my (official) first day at Yahoo! UK. Things are great - got my computer and my old email address back. Nothing too much to report other than that. I had Jenny and Ryan over for dinner last night where we planned a trip to Rome at the end of April, so that's pretty exciting. Tonight I am out for dinner with my sweet, rather eccentric second cousin, so that should be fun.
This weekend Franca and I are going to try and take it easy; a night at her godfather's, a night of dinner and wine with Dan and then, if she's lucky, a date night with me.
Oh and one more thing: James. He texted me on Saturday at 5:50 pm saying he was sorry for the late reply but he was going to take it easy tonight cause he had a rough one the night before. Haven't heard from him since. Lame. Whatever, you win some, you lose some. Onward and upward, I say. Maybe I'll meet some babes in Rome.
Alright well hope you're having a great hump day! Write back soon!
Cheers,
Patsy
Then I headed up to Shoreditch to meet up with Franca and her cousins for a night of boozy mayhem. We met at a PACKED pub where the gang was playing pool (I use the term play loosely as the cue ball spent more time in the air and on the floor than rolling around that soft green felt). I chugged a pint (like a good Canadian does) and then we headed for a delicious dinner of dim sum at Drunken Monkey.
Drunken Monkey was pretty awesome - a pub/bar/cool time hang out that was packed to the brim with Londoners. We managed to snag ourselves a table where we ate SO much dim sum, drank copious amounts of raspberry mojitos and for some ill-conceived reason, began playing a barrage of drinking games (never have I ever was a bad idea) until we decided to destroy another fine London establishment.
We drunkenly stumbled out into the streets and headed to one lame bar (that closed at midnight, pfft) and then ended up at Cargo, which is where the beautiful picture above is taken. My mind was a little blurry from intoxication, but I do remember that this blue breasted woman was on stilts and making the rounds at the bar like a champion.
Franca and I ditched at about 3, ended up taking black cab home because we were too drunk to find the bus stop. In a rather insane move, I decided making grilled cheese sandwiches at 4 am was an excellent idea and managed to avoid third degree burns from the open flames (but umm, I burnt the sandwiches).
Friday morning was rough and Franca and I were in no shape to do anything, so we went and got ourselves a fry-up, some snacks and watched Pretty Woman - umm, I mean we went to church and thanked Jesus for his holy sacrifice because it was Good Friday.
Friday night we went to Giraffe for dinner (had some kind of exorbitantly priced Asian salad. If there's one thing they're good at over here, it's overcharging for shitty food). Then we hit up The New Rose where we met a lovely bunch of Brits and an Australian whom we drank with for the rest of the evening. We made it home at about 4, sans grilled cheese.
Saturday I contemplated whether I should, in fact, check myself into rehab, and spent the rest of the day watching The Wire. Ditto for Sunday. Franca went to a fam jam in Bristol and I wanted to cuddle up with some Stringer Bell for the rest of my life (What is UP with season 3? Goddamn.) so the rest of the weekend was relatively low key. Sunday, met up with Dan Milano for a coffee and a catch up. And Monday I met Jenny for a drink at Angelic which turned into an all day booze fest (really should have checked into AA).
But I took two days off drinking, OK, Dad? Plus, you're Welsh so it's your fault I'm like this. Love you!
Yesterday I officially started my (official) first day at Yahoo! UK. Things are great - got my computer and my old email address back. Nothing too much to report other than that. I had Jenny and Ryan over for dinner last night where we planned a trip to Rome at the end of April, so that's pretty exciting. Tonight I am out for dinner with my sweet, rather eccentric second cousin, so that should be fun.
This weekend Franca and I are going to try and take it easy; a night at her godfather's, a night of dinner and wine with Dan and then, if she's lucky, a date night with me.
Oh and one more thing: James. He texted me on Saturday at 5:50 pm saying he was sorry for the late reply but he was going to take it easy tonight cause he had a rough one the night before. Haven't heard from him since. Lame. Whatever, you win some, you lose some. Onward and upward, I say. Maybe I'll meet some babes in Rome.
Alright well hope you're having a great hump day! Write back soon!
Cheers,
Patsy
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