Day 1: After her arrival to my tiny flat, we sorted her crap ;) I mean belongings, and headed to Covent Garden for late lunch/dinner. We ate at a place called Fire, it has fire installations surrounding the rope enclosed pattio. Fire is on the outside broder of Covent Garden, and overlooks a large pattio area that street performers tend to frequent in search of tourists with big hearts and easy pockets. Following lunch we headed back home to freshen up for the social. Every Thursday my friends and I organize a "Social" each week its held at a different location, and is just a way for us to check out new places and get to know each other a little better. So having Andrea arrive to London on a Thursday was a nice way to ease her into my new world.
Weekend Days: My good friend Steph (or Lady Gaga as Andrea called her all night) celebrated her birthday this weekend and invited us along for the ride. It was a great opportunity for Andrea to see what party-ing "downtown" in Leicester Sq (pronounced "Lester" cuz that makes sense) is all about. We bar hopped our asses all over that place. We began our night earlier than the rest of the group, we caught HH at All Bar One (where we met a Bartender and old men) and Zoo Bar before heading to dinner at Chiquito (the Brits have NO IDEA what good Mex food is all about....its so sad). Following dinner we went back to Zoo Bar, we did a shot of Gold Schlauger and then I found myself dancing on a pole. I distinctly remember Andrea joining me in my pole dance after leaving the bloke she was talking to, and as she climbed up the platform she yelled "Those are MY friends!" We continued to hop around to the different bars and pubs before catching the last cab home at 3am. What an adventure!
The Next Week: After repenting for our sins on Sunday Morning at Mass, we decided to casually see the city all planning based on weather predictions for the week. We walked around the Thames a bit, saw what the SouthBank area had to offer. We also went up to Regents Park and walked down into Camden. Sunday afternoon we decided to stop for a drink at The World's End in Camden. We met some drunk 12 year olds who ended up entertaining us for a few hours. Over the next few days we went to Portabello road, SoHo, went for a run in Regent Park, Oxford Street/Circus, we saw Oliver in Convent Garden, Angel, debated on seeing concerts, but mostly ended up partying.
It was so difficult putting her on a plane on Monday morning. The night before I took her to watch American Football at The Sports Cafe. We met some really cool guys and had a great time "getting to know them" (aka making out). Watching her leave was tough. If I wasn't so homesick, it would have been much more of a relief getting her homeward bound, but I sillily found myself jealous of her ability to go home, no strings attached.
It was so difficult putting her on a plane on Monday morning. The night before I took her to watch American Football at The Sports Cafe. We met some really cool guys and had a great time "getting to know them" (aka making out). Watching her leave was tough. If I wasn't so homesick, it would have been much more of a relief getting her homeward bound, but I sillily found myself jealous of her ability to go home, no strings attached.
