Drinkipoos

Despite it being the weekend that in no way means I'm slouching around in bed all day doing sweet FA.

First things first and I'm off to the Gym for my usual hour or so of exercise, and for a change it is blissfully quiet with all but 3 other people in there at the same time as me.

When I get home there is enough time to cook Phil and I a substantial lunch as we're heading off to London later to go out in Soho to share some drinks with a friend who's birthday has arrived. And so as soon as we've eaten I then take a shower and get ready.

That sounds relatively easy you might think, but after literally trying on every outfit I have in my wardrobe I've drawn a blank as to what to wear. You see everything is either too big, or just that bit too small to be remarkably uncomfortable. However I do finally get something that looks vaguely decent and once we've packed the bags for our overnight stay we're off down the motorway heading into the big smoke.

We arrive at my friends house with just enough time to drop off our bags and then make our way to the tube to get to Soho. However disaster strikes when it appears the tube station is actually a fair old trog down the road and the result of which has left me with 2 very huge blisters on the balls of my feet. That means that not only am I pissed off that the shoes I'd chosen because I knew they didn't rub have indeed produced some nicely fluid filled sacks on my soles but I'm temporarily disabled because walking is excruciatingly painful.

I just about make it to the tube, but no sooner have we got to Leicester Square I have to take my shoes off and walk around bare foot until we find a shoe shop that sells flat and fashionable shoes and also found a chemist that sells blister plasters. Luckily I manage to find both, and after a quick pit stop and Maccy D's for tea we make our way to the pub we were suppose to be at about an hour ago.

The rest of the evening is fine, though the pub we are in is ludicrously crowded and deafeningly loud, so much so in fact Phil and I resorted to text messaging each other to communicate since there was little point trying to shout over the din of socialites and bass. Was nice to catch up with old friends though.

Posted by Abi on the April 8, 2006 11:20 PM

sjon at April 12, 2006 7:29 AM