On Saturday it was Ali's Birthday party, starting with drinks around at hers and Craig’s new flat. Tim and I arrived mid afternoon in order to get a sneaky peak at their new surroundings and enjoy a bowl of homemade Chilli aka “Craig Con Carne.” Whilst the boys went off to Monkey Chews for a swift few pints, me and Ali drank our way through 2 bottles of very nice, cheap wine from the off-licence below, whilst getting ready for the evening to begin.
It was arranged for everyone to meet at the flat, prior to heading to the Perseverance on Lamb Conduit’s Street. By the time we all piled into the taxi to get us there, we were definitely on the giggly side of drunk. We’d purchased snacks for the journey. I went for Frazzles. Rose went for a packet of Bombay Mix, and on Tim’s suggestion went for the packet where the food looked slightly more day-glo, it turned out to be a lot stronger than she was used to. There ensued a very funny, very long discussion over whether it was possible to buy non-spicy Bombay Mix.
At the pub we sat with a few locals, and a woman whose child was in Great Ormond Street Hospital just around the way, and had a pleasant chat until it was time to head for the Bloomsbury Bowling Alley. The club night this week was Casino Royale, the same night that they have up at the Barfly in Chalk Farm.
Big grin and a big gin from the Birthday Girl!
The big love in begins....
(Photograph by Sonia©)
With the chocolates that Pete bought looking a little worse for wear than we did, Ali decided to tackle the big box of delicious chocs.
Decisions decisions...
Hurry up dear...
This is how you do it...
Since the queue at the bar was bordering on the ridiculous, (I was there for 30 minutes trying to get served and neither person beside me had been served either.)
There was only one answer to the problem... buy in bulk. That means 2 white russians per person on every trip, with maybe an extra beer each too.
Or...
After many hours drinking, (did we start at around 5?) we had our bowling alley booked for 1am. Playing in pairs, at this point in the evening, was always going to be messy. Drinks were spilled. Team partners forgotten. Glasses broken, and not stollen.
No one seems to remember who won, though I do remember celebrating coming a surprising second; a position won more or less by my team mate Craig with only hinderance from me.
Then before you know it, it was home time. We staggered our way from Bloomsbury to Camden, before catching buses in our relevant directions.
Just time for pole dancing on Euston Road...
And be nice to your buildings, hug a wall today.
It was arranged for everyone to meet at the flat, prior to heading to the Perseverance on Lamb Conduit’s Street. By the time we all piled into the taxi to get us there, we were definitely on the giggly side of drunk. We’d purchased snacks for the journey. I went for Frazzles. Rose went for a packet of Bombay Mix, and on Tim’s suggestion went for the packet where the food looked slightly more day-glo, it turned out to be a lot stronger than she was used to. There ensued a very funny, very long discussion over whether it was possible to buy non-spicy Bombay Mix.
At the pub we sat with a few locals, and a woman whose child was in Great Ormond Street Hospital just around the way, and had a pleasant chat until it was time to head for the Bloomsbury Bowling Alley. The club night this week was Casino Royale, the same night that they have up at the Barfly in Chalk Farm.
Big grin and a big gin from the Birthday Girl!
The big love in begins....
(Photograph by Sonia©)
With the chocolates that Pete bought looking a little worse for wear than we did, Ali decided to tackle the big box of delicious chocs.
Decisions decisions...
Hurry up dear...
This is how you do it...
Since the queue at the bar was bordering on the ridiculous, (I was there for 30 minutes trying to get served and neither person beside me had been served either.)
There was only one answer to the problem... buy in bulk. That means 2 white russians per person on every trip, with maybe an extra beer each too.
Or...
After many hours drinking, (did we start at around 5?) we had our bowling alley booked for 1am. Playing in pairs, at this point in the evening, was always going to be messy. Drinks were spilled. Team partners forgotten. Glasses broken, and not stollen.
No one seems to remember who won, though I do remember celebrating coming a surprising second; a position won more or less by my team mate Craig with only hinderance from me.
Then before you know it, it was home time. We staggered our way from Bloomsbury to Camden, before catching buses in our relevant directions.
Just time for pole dancing on Euston Road...
And be nice to your buildings, hug a wall today.
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