the art of bar-hopping

The first time in 4 days I had to wake up early, I haven't much to complain about. By 11, my colleague and I were looking up the cultural offerings of 'Black Country' and by noon, we were prepping ourselves for a 2-hour lunch at Brown's. Not the most productive day but at least I didn't leave at 16:00. No, I was at my desk, booking a ticket to Graz and trying to find a champagne bar. The evening began at 18:30, meeting Raquel outside Liverpool St. station. The two of us shouldn't be allowed to go out together. We like the same guys and are incredibly picky about venues.

1) Fishmarket Champagne Bar - classic champagne cocktails to kick off the evening celebrating the passing of my first FSA exam, my first paycheck, and Raquel's arquitectural quals
2) The Sanderson bar - No drink due to the shite service but an interesting game of speculation, who do you think is the best in bed?
3) Chu Chi - Mediocre dinner at a Thai/Malaysian restaurant on Charlotte street
4) Charlotte Street Hotel bar - (snore)
5) Nordic - Scandinavian bar that reminded me of the bars one frequents at 18, first time out of the country for an extended period. 3 hookers huddled and we make our way to the exit.
6) Revolution - Vodka bar in Soho with one purpose: get pissed ASAP. We settled for 2 shots each and were quickly bored by the male selection.
7) We go in search of Thirst, like wolves on the prowl
8) Kettners on Romilly - (snore)
9) Lupo - lovely specimens but damn, it's a private party and neither of us can blag to save our lives
10) OQO Bar - eh. Walk in, walk out.
11) Destino - shut. It sucked anyway.
12) Cocoon - Poserish but cool bar overlooking Regent Street. Rose champagne, caipirinhas, and a detailed foray into the workings of female fantasy. Why is it that we only fantasise at the most inopportune moments? Like mass or lecture. Strangely enough, ran into Thibault, ex-flatmate, and got sucked into convo with his annoyingly charming Lebanese friend.


02:00 Cab home. First cab in months. Soooo nice not to walk, not to wait, not to worry about the number ticking up on the meter!