Ok, this is what happens if I go out drinking in the week....
- Vanessa: "Lets go out for a nice quite dinner tonight Hils"
- Hils: "Ok, lovely, very sophisiticated"
It all started so well.....
Pizza East - best Pizza in London (so they say).
Callooh Collay - Free Cocktails & Jagermeister shots.... huuuum, but we do pick up new recruits (JEN: you are a legend with an energy level to rival mine!!).
Hoxton Pony (rubbish) - Vodka and Cokes & minesweeping begins. 2 photos are taken before my camera dies.
333 Motherbar (I'd forgotten we even went there!) - hot, busy, shit music, but still fun ... Memory of Vanessa dancing rather sensually towards some couple who were just trying to have a private moment? Odd to say the least?
{ We loose Vanessa }
3am - home time perhaps, this would be sensible at this stage??? Oh noooo....
- Hils: "Lets go to FAABBBBRRRIIIC"
Fabric - best sound system in Landaaaaan, by this stage I have sobered (ish) up and am on the redbulls, & Jen and I are rolling with the creatures of the night... (still in heels please note).
6am - after a very animated conversation in the taxi, I arrive home with grazed knees (street tumbling), a swollen ankle (previous injury), sore feet, defunct ears, a mild concussion from a bottle being lobbed at my head (by accident) and a slightly disheveled smile. zzzzzzzzz.
What a night.
Thankyou London.
{Vanessa is still AWOL}
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