Thursday was my actual birthday. The highlight of the day itself was obviously chatting to the folks back home (awww). But it was also good to head in to work and make jokes about it "turning 29 again" and so forth - jokes which most of you are already more than sick of. That said, I might turn 29 again next year: I haven't decided yet.
I left work slightly early and headed to town to drink with whoever rocked up. We went to The Cock in Oxford Circus (I love the Cock). A few too many cheap beers and the odd bicycle-rickshaw ride, followed inexplicably by a late night feed of Chinese, saw me "safely" in to bed at about 1.30 or so.
So I was pretty sprightly on the Friday. Following a slightly more difficult day at work I headed local to meet up with some more buddies and await the imminent arrival of Eammon from Ireland, a former housemate and not a small drinker. Molly, his lovely girlfriend was making the trip too (on her birthday no less), and they were crashing at mine for the weekend. He said he'd be "touching down at Stansted at 9:30pm so should be at my place by about 10:30." Not much chance of that - it was midnight by the time I met them at the tube, but before that Heather and I had shared a nice meal of pizza with authentic ( i.e. non-English-speaking) waiting staff.
Luckily, it was too late for us to be tempted into a beer, so I got my much needed sleep finally that night.
Saturday they'd planned to do a bit of sightseeing before getting on the lash with me at my birthday. We headed out for brekky locally which included some kick-ass milkshakes, and I sent them on their way, while quietly home to read and rest up for the massive night that was to follow.
And a massive night is exactly what I got. After getting there a little late, I caught up quickly (I don't know with whom - I seemed to be setting the pace actually, whether I liked it or not). It was great of everyone to come, but I hardly got to speak with anyone for any period of time - especially before my eyes glazed over after Roly, Eammon, Liam et al bought me my present...
I left work slightly early and headed to town to drink with whoever rocked up. We went to The Cock in Oxford Circus (I love the Cock). A few too many cheap beers and the odd bicycle-rickshaw ride, followed inexplicably by a late night feed of Chinese, saw me "safely" in to bed at about 1.30 or so.
So I was pretty sprightly on the Friday. Following a slightly more difficult day at work I headed local to meet up with some more buddies and await the imminent arrival of Eammon from Ireland, a former housemate and not a small drinker. Molly, his lovely girlfriend was making the trip too (on her birthday no less), and they were crashing at mine for the weekend. He said he'd be "touching down at Stansted at 9:30pm so should be at my place by about 10:30." Not much chance of that - it was midnight by the time I met them at the tube, but before that Heather and I had shared a nice meal of pizza with authentic ( i.e. non-English-speaking) waiting staff.
Luckily, it was too late for us to be tempted into a beer, so I got my much needed sleep finally that night.
Saturday they'd planned to do a bit of sightseeing before getting on the lash with me at my birthday. We headed out for brekky locally which included some kick-ass milkshakes, and I sent them on their way, while quietly home to read and rest up for the massive night that was to follow.
And a massive night is exactly what I got. After getting there a little late, I caught up quickly (I don't know with whom - I seemed to be setting the pace actually, whether I liked it or not). It was great of everyone to come, but I hardly got to speak with anyone for any period of time - especially before my eyes glazed over after Roly, Eammon, Liam et al bought me my present...
Uh, thanks guys. It pretty much ended my night. I should blame them all for it though - from what I remember I was pretty reluctant to share. I also remember being offered a drink afterwards from a mate, whatever I wanted. I asked for Absinth for some reason.
Still, I was bundled into a cab and got home at about 2am.
After a slowish start the next morning, we headed to my local Nando's for Molly's first experience there, and Eammon's first since leaving Australia more than three and a half years ago. It was orgiastic for me.
The day itself was billed as the hottest day of the summer, all of 30 degrees (Celsius!). So we headed to a pub recommended by Liam, the Grand Union - on the canal of the same name in Maida Vale. We got there at 2pm (an hour late - sorry Greg), and were kicked out at 11pm. Not much happened in-between except a lot of drinking and talking sh!t. Brilliant.
After nine hours drinking, we weren't content, so we headed to an arts club nearby and drank for another hour, including ladyboys. Brilliant. We got home about 1:30am. I said goodbye to Eammon and Molly then and headed straight for bed, with my alarm going off at 7:30am that morning (a one hour sleep-in).
I felt rough that day at work - and for most of the week - but what a fantastic weekend! A big thanks to all those that made it along, especially those who travelled from afar - I wish I could have spent more time with you! And Sunday was spectacular!
Can't wait to do it all again (including turning 29) next year.
Still, I was bundled into a cab and got home at about 2am.
After a slowish start the next morning, we headed to my local Nando's for Molly's first experience there, and Eammon's first since leaving Australia more than three and a half years ago. It was orgiastic for me.
The day itself was billed as the hottest day of the summer, all of 30 degrees (Celsius!). So we headed to a pub recommended by Liam, the Grand Union - on the canal of the same name in Maida Vale. We got there at 2pm (an hour late - sorry Greg), and were kicked out at 11pm. Not much happened in-between except a lot of drinking and talking sh!t. Brilliant.
After nine hours drinking, we weren't content, so we headed to an arts club nearby and drank for another hour, including ladyboys. Brilliant. We got home about 1:30am. I said goodbye to Eammon and Molly then and headed straight for bed, with my alarm going off at 7:30am that morning (a one hour sleep-in).
I felt rough that day at work - and for most of the week - but what a fantastic weekend! A big thanks to all those that made it along, especially those who travelled from afar - I wish I could have spent more time with you! And Sunday was spectacular!
Can't wait to do it all again (including turning 29) next year.
1 comment:
Rickshaw rides after your birthday... now that all sounds vaguely familiar!
Happy B'day and if you want my opinion, I say YES to 29 again next year.
x Fee
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