First Football experience / Marathon Saturday
Yesterday I had my first football experience. I finally met up with fellow planner Jeremy Henderson. He invited me to join him and his girlfriend Jill and flatmate Matt to watch the Arsenal game at a local pub. I invite Michelle and the two of us headed up to north London. Jeremy described the experience as 'London at its absolute, proletarian finest' and told me I would be required to 'eat poorly, drink far more than is recommended by the surgeon general'.
I don't really have an interest in football, but since it's such a huge part of British culture, I wanted to check it out. We all met up at Jeremy/Jill/Matt's place and started drinking at 2pm. The pub we went to was packed, of course, standing room only. There was a big screen on one wall. It was a beautiful day outside but all the windows were covered so we entered a dark, seemingly sketchy, smoke-filled establishment. The crowd was wild and loud as they chanted/cheered for the home team. Michelle and I got covered in beer during post-goal cheering, jumping and leaping. After the tie game [1-1, how anti-climatic!], we grabbed some pizza and went back to their place where we decided it would be a good idea to drink more beer and do a few shots of absynthe [also a first for me].
Michelle and I parted around 8:00 at Holborn. Later, I learned that the poor girl doesn't remember getting home but she woke up on her couch, fully clothed at 8am Sunday morning. She also had no idea where her camera was, but it turns out she left it at Jeremy's and not on the tube as we feared.
Needless to say, when I left at 7:30, we were all quite drunk. I had a great time but I had to leave to go meet Drew Mighton who randomly called me on Friday to say he was passing through London on his way to Spain. That's the funny think about London. People are always passing through. No one is permanent. It's the most transient town I've ever experienced. I was late to meet Drew at Poplar but he was later so it worked out well.
Remember Drew? Remember Drew at 241's party on Sherbourne? :) Obligatory kitchen shot.
We continued drinking at my place [I'm not sure why I thought that would be a good idea] and then we were off to the club where we met up with Nik + Owen. By 2am, my marathon drinking day had to come to a close. I haven't left a club that early in a long time but it was definitely time to call it quits.
Hopefully I can throw some photos of football here when Michelle gets her camera back!
I don't really have an interest in football, but since it's such a huge part of British culture, I wanted to check it out. We all met up at Jeremy/Jill/Matt's place and started drinking at 2pm. The pub we went to was packed, of course, standing room only. There was a big screen on one wall. It was a beautiful day outside but all the windows were covered so we entered a dark, seemingly sketchy, smoke-filled establishment. The crowd was wild and loud as they chanted/cheered for the home team. Michelle and I got covered in beer during post-goal cheering, jumping and leaping. After the tie game [1-1, how anti-climatic!], we grabbed some pizza and went back to their place where we decided it would be a good idea to drink more beer and do a few shots of absynthe [also a first for me].
Michelle and I parted around 8:00 at Holborn. Later, I learned that the poor girl doesn't remember getting home but she woke up on her couch, fully clothed at 8am Sunday morning. She also had no idea where her camera was, but it turns out she left it at Jeremy's and not on the tube as we feared.
Needless to say, when I left at 7:30, we were all quite drunk. I had a great time but I had to leave to go meet Drew Mighton who randomly called me on Friday to say he was passing through London on his way to Spain. That's the funny think about London. People are always passing through. No one is permanent. It's the most transient town I've ever experienced. I was late to meet Drew at Poplar but he was later so it worked out well.
Remember Drew? Remember Drew at 241's party on Sherbourne? :) Obligatory kitchen shot.
We continued drinking at my place [I'm not sure why I thought that would be a good idea] and then we were off to the club where we met up with Nik + Owen. By 2am, my marathon drinking day had to come to a close. I haven't left a club that early in a long time but it was definitely time to call it quits.
Hopefully I can throw some photos of football here when Michelle gets her camera back!
posted by Douglas J. Stiles, BA Hons, MES! at 8/20/2006 12:48:00 p.m.
1 Comments:
YOur wearing lip gloss!
I remember that dude.. He was the chum that we went partying with in London a while back.
Hope all is well dude..
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