Round 3

I am quickly realizing that my 25 year old body does not recover quite as well as it did when I was 21.  For the 3rd day in a row I got out of bed after 1pm and felt the signs of a hangover coming.  It doesn't help that I come home drunk and chow down on an obscene amount of food (last night it was some odd version of doritos topped off with pita bread and humous).  At this point I think it might be impossible to clean myself up and look decent for my date tonight.

My new gal friends and I went out to dinner then clubbing in Soho.  Rebecca just landed a Marketing job for an amazing restaurant/bar in Leicester Square.  We got to enjoy the 50% off the bill perks of her new job, for about 25 pounds, we had a bottle of wine and an amazing three course meal.  The view was the only thing better than the meal.  From my seat I could see the London Eye, Parliment, Big Ben, and Westminster.  Ashley's roommate joined us after dinner and we headed to another floor for drinks.  Considering the kind of place we were at, drinks weren't too pricey and it was a really good price if you got doubles.  Double Gin and & Tonic seemed like a fantastic idea for the night.  It was pretty empty so we headed to another floor.  Within 5 minutes we realized we were way too old for the crowd.  I keep forgetting that 18 year olds are allowed in bars and clubs, I'm still not sure if the crowd was even that old, they looked 12.  We left pretty quickly and headed to Soho.

By the time we found a place to go into any kind of buzz we had was gone.  We went straight for shots and more doubles.  It was a really small club and everyone centered around the stripper pole, mainly because it was like watching a trainwreck.  I saw at least 2 vaginas, you kind of lose count after a couple.  My urge to judge them was put on hold when I saw that these chicks were doing things on a pole that I would have broken a bone attempting.  They have clearly been on a pole before.... I shouldn't speak too soon because if I continue to drop that much money at a bar, I will have to find a pole and shake what my momma gave me.

Besides the half naked shot guy and a hot bartender, the men were not my type.  They were cute but I am pretty sure 90% of them were gay, shot guy and bartender may be in the 90% also but they provided some eye candy for the night.

I have to find some way to get myself together today.  Barrister is picking me up at 7 to go out to dinner for Valentine's Day.  I usually hate this holiday, I'm hoping he doesn't annoy me and give me more of a reason to hate this day.  I think I have been dateless on Valentine's Day every year since college, which isn't the worst thing because every year I am skiing (and by skiing I mean falling then drinking at the Lodge) with my friends in the Poconos.  I think being single on VDay is easier than missing out on fun traditions at home. 

Fingers crossed for a good night......