Drinking to remember

After the devastating news I had yesterday morning, going out in Camden for cocktails last night did not seem like such a good idea as I have already said in my last post.

However I decided that staying in on my own and moping would have been the last thing my cousin would have wanted, he liked a drink as much as me and I was going to make sure that I had a really good night for him.

The plan was to go for food and cheap drinks (or not so cheap as we discovered) in The Ice Wharf. Then we would make our way to Bar Fifty Five. Probably the best cocktail bar in London.

So, full of food and after a few pints it was cocktail time. I had decided that I would be sophisticated and have champagne cocktails. The one I chose had gin in it and I never drink gin. It was nice though and with it being happy hour and 2 for 1 all night I had two so if I didn't like it then it was tough.

They were going down well and I got another two. In the end I think I had eight. By this point I had already been sick twice and was not even capable of standing. In no uncertain terms, I was a mess! I don't remember the last time I was that drunk. Apparently in the kebab shop I was talking to myself in my own language!

I think it is safe to say that I will be laying off the champagne cocktails for a while because although I wanted to be sophisticated, I was far from it by the end of the night.

Have I been slacking or busy?

I have not posted on here for over a week. Do not get me wrong, I have been meaning to since Monday but just have not had the time or I have forgotten.

The weekend was really good, probably the best weekend I have had in a very long time. I had some friends up from the place I work in Cornwall and we did not stop laughing from the moment they arrived to the moment they left.

When they arrived on Friday I met them at Paddington Station. The evening was already planned, we were going to see Les Miserables. I was a little wary at first because I did not think it would be the sort of thing I would enjoy. I was right. I did not enjoy it at all and if anything I could not wait for it to finish. The constant singing and lack of speech drove me insane.

Saturday was spent at Camden Lock Market where I bought a 'Matt Cardle hat'. Then a trip down the canal to Little Venice was followed by a trip to Selfridges. I didn't buy anything. The day was rounded off with a meal in an Italian restaurant in Old Compton Street. Most of the laughing took place in here, the atmosphere was enough to make you smile as soon as you walked through the door. The journey home in a rickshaw was just as memorable.

Waking up surprisingly not as hungover as expected on Su

nday and we were all off to the London Dungeons. It was ok but I wouldn't go back in a hurry (and no I wasn't scared!). Next it was onto Winter Wonderland and ice skating. I had so much fun, an hour on the ice was not enough for me and I am itching to get back there, even if I did fall over twice, both in spectacular style (at least I made everyone laugh).

After doing a Torvill and Dean it was off to Hard Rock Cafe for a meal and far too many mojitos. I lost count in the end...the meal was fantastic though, I think!

Monday came far too quickly and we spent the day in Oxford Street, mainly in Primark and Selfridges (you can't get much different than that). A small pub around the corner was also our home for a few hours before it was time to say goodbye. I couldn't believe how fast the long weekend had gone and before I knew it I was back in my cold empty flat in Harrow staring reality in the face. I was doing uni work.

Please get your violins out now.

A busy weekend beckons...

This weekend is going to be mad to say the least. I have got some work colleagues coming up. Friday we are off to see Les Mis in the theatre, something I am skeptical about because it is not the sort of show I would normally choose.

Other plans on the agenda are to go to Camden, Winter Wonderland and maybe the London Dungeons. Therefore I will be posing as a tourist for the next few days.

Nevertheless I am really looking forward to it.

I won't be posting until Monday at the earliest and I will fill you all in on what happened, how much wine was drunk and what I thought of Les Mis.

Wine and vodka. Friend to enemy in the space of one sleep.

Last night was a night to remember (or forget). It was my friends 21st birthday and the plan was to go to her flat and then head off to Camden. We had an idea of where we were going but I had no idea when we were leaving or how we were going to get there. The tube seemed like the obvious option and it was in the end the one we chose.

Before leaving we were all sat around, talking, listening to music and playing games. Some shots were taken as well and the raspberry sambuca was particularly memorable for all the wrong reasons. After a bottle of wine it was time to leave. We arrived in Camden and went to BarFly. It's down past the lock under the bridge and I don't think I have ever walked that far down Camden High Street before.

I have been out in Camden a few times before and I absolutely love it. It seems completely different to the rest of London. It is almost like stepping into a different world. Camden is a mini community in itself and that is what makes it such an amazing part of London.

Entering BarFly I don't really recall what song was playing but we went to the bar and the wine was substituted with vodka. Not a good idea but it seemed it at the time. I can remember dancing to 80's music which is one of my favourite decades. I call it dancing, I don't really think it resembled dancing. Put it this way, Strictly bosses won't be on the phone to me anytime soon.

After leaving BarFly and demolishing a KFC, we were in the cab on the way back to Harrow. The next thing I remember is waking up with a head thicker than a McDonald's milkshake and a mouth drier than the Sahara!

Last night I loved wine and vodka, this morning I loathed them.