I’m really not a partyer .. But the last few weeks would say otherwise.
The truth is.. You give me alcohol and music and I’ll make my own party. People just tend to join in.
I’m waking up in Christians bed that I’m sharing with Em. He took the couch upstairs like a gentleman and gave us his room.
My body has finally adjusted to the time difference. Staying out all night may or may not have helped.
Yesterday we hoofed it through the city. We walked for almost 6 hours straight. We stopped for pastries and coffee at Megan’s on King Street and then took the tube to an amazing outdoor market. We grabbed some oysters and persecco and then walked the Thames and saw St. Paul’s , tower bridge, the eye, Big Ben, etc
We made our way back to refresh before dinner and round two.
We crawled in bed this morning at 5am.
I remember the blur of walking past Piccadilly Circus holding hands with Em was we were being pulled along by Christian and Daniel who were looking for cabs.
We had left the pink chihuahua were we had spent the last three hours drinking beer and dancing to weird 60’s music with the brit, Latvian, swede and American boy.
Em had challenged Christian to a blind taste test and we went to the Brits wine bar and had a great time. Christian proved his knowledge well and got the drinks on the house.
We had a great dinner of tapas at this restaurant Christian had found called Polpo.
Oh London. You have charmed me after all.
