Yeah, so. I had a weekend one time and it wasn't long enough. Same old story really.
I trudged out of work at roughly 4pm on Saturday, distinctly unenthused about the prospects of joining a St Patrick's day pub crawl that my husband and friends had begun four hours previously. I was snotty about having had to work on the weekend and also disappointed in myself for having lacked the fortitude to just get up and get it done that morning. As I sat on the tube across town, being juddered by the godawful suspension on the Bakerloo line (Bakerloo: fucking awful you guys! Who'd live in the NW? Oh yeah, it's quite nice up there, I'll give you that), I began dreading the boozy hugs and enforced games of "catch up" on joining the crawlers. Once I surfaced and came back into cell reception, I received a message informing me that the crawl had moved on and accordingly, I'd left the tube at the wrong stop. Probably not a bad thing, to be fair: some time out for Mrs GrumpyPants while I walked to the destination was completely necessary.
Contrary to all prior indicia, I had a fab time. I caught up with friends I haven't seen in what feels like donkeys' years, drank free Guinness (no Kilkenny on tap, for SHAME pubs of Kilburn!), gobbled free Irish stew, sang along to terrible Pogues' covers and generally embraced the occasion. No real scandal of note, afraid to say. Spent a ridiculous amount of time with P in a fried chicken joint somewhere in Queen's Park at the end of the night (good food decisions: I make them) and woke up feeling manky. What more can a girl ask for?
Looked for photos of the night on my phone to show you, Invisible Readers - turns out the only thing I apparently thought worth photographing was the arrangement of multiple receptacles for the water that was fair pouring through the roof of the final pub onto our table. I am a muppet. All those lovely smiling faces in excellent green novelty outfits and I come up with this:
|KWALITY PICTURE TO ACCOMPANY KWALITY POST. NOTE USE OF RECEIPTS AND BUSINESS CARDS IN ORDER TO PREVENT SPLASHBACK, THE WATER WAS COMING IN THAT HARD.|