cheesecake appreciation society
wow. i have not been hungover in awhile. forgot how horrid it can be. thank goodness i don't have much work to do. please let this be the case all day. and a doctor appointment to leave early for....nice friday.
so last night i went out with Sarah from work and we had a late but festive evening. Started off at Automat. serendipitiously,i chose it, as a suprise, because it is a NYC style diner, in the way that Mayfair can do Manhatten, and Sarah and I first started chatting about our mutual love of the island. So i thought if a fun way to begin with some food and drinks. The serendipity part was because she was thinking of suggesting it, but thought that i would not want to b/c it is american. but,we both had been craving to go. andit was fab, with a great atmosphere, very good food, exquisite attention to detail from lighting to cutlery to music. Service was grand provided by Jacques the cute waiter who bless him kept staring at my bared but itty bitty decolatage. Sarah and i also found out we were both founding members of the cheesecake appreciation society. and Automat did not let us down their either. best cheesecake in London. We only had two martinis there. but then we went to 43 South Molton street and had 3 cocktails. they have a great list there. and then we went to Soho Hotel, where we couldn't get in because of a LFF wrap party, so we went to Soho Lounge and had 2 cocktails where we were slightly accosted so we decided to leave.
brief blip though. i think it might have been a fishing expidition to which i provided no food. perhaps another time should our friendship go there. However, found out that she stayed over at Baby's place one night in september (this is the name of guy at work i have/had crush on). This is how it went down. She said, where do you live? And I said, by xyz tube, and then she goes, oh that is right, I know exactly where, I will tell you why…but don't say anything this is how rumours start and I (knowing full well where this was going) say, really, what? And she goes well after our client reception, she was out with the legal team, and we were doing shots, and she and Baby were doing them one after the other, she blacked out, and next thing she knew was waking up on the sofa at his flat. His flatmate was waking her up, she had a towel draped over her she said, and apparently Baby and she were so wasted they had to have the flatmate tell the cabbie how to get them home b/c they couldn't speak. Flatmate said, btw, if you are wondering if you snogged Baby (still asleep in his room supposedly), you didn't…and she says, i felt so embarrassed, because i wasn't sure if we did, it would have been horrible. So then they walked to the tube together, and when passing my door, Baby said, that is where (me) lives…Not sure what to make of the story. But I hate that I care.. my heart didn't drop, but i did have some jitters. Also pathetic that I just wrote a paragraph on it. he maybe on my mind, but i ain't wasting the pretty...
then we got going to Kingly Club (where finally we felt at home, with good music and a chat/gossip worthy crowd... we said "we are home, finally" which is dangerous because that is when we really started drinking. it was midnight) Accordingly, we had loads of cocktails, i was lectured by this idiot about learning the English language properly and adopting the culture of England rather than trying to impose my American culture on it (anyone who knows me knows that he is preaching to the choir, ironically, but he wouldn't shut up for long enough for me to explain it, so i eventually refused to talk to him, which really made him mad), i was latched onto by this Bavarian dude who tried, unsuccesfully to kiss me, and there were these putney boys good for a brief conversation, and finally we shared a cab with these Norwegian trust fund kids, after partied in their flat in Belgravia, spoke russian over vodka shots in digestif glasses that looked like egg cups. We will forever measure our cocktails using the eggcup method. somehow i got home at 4:30. in at work by 10. still flirting with death by hangover.
we are really excited about going out again.
so last night i went out with Sarah from work and we had a late but festive evening. Started off at Automat. serendipitiously,i chose it, as a suprise, because it is a NYC style diner, in the way that Mayfair can do Manhatten, and Sarah and I first started chatting about our mutual love of the island. So i thought if a fun way to begin with some food and drinks. The serendipity part was because she was thinking of suggesting it, but thought that i would not want to b/c it is american. but,we both had been craving to go. andit was fab, with a great atmosphere, very good food, exquisite attention to detail from lighting to cutlery to music. Service was grand provided by Jacques the cute waiter who bless him kept staring at my bared but itty bitty decolatage. Sarah and i also found out we were both founding members of the cheesecake appreciation society. and Automat did not let us down their either. best cheesecake in London. We only had two martinis there. but then we went to 43 South Molton street and had 3 cocktails. they have a great list there. and then we went to Soho Hotel, where we couldn't get in because of a LFF wrap party, so we went to Soho Lounge and had 2 cocktails where we were slightly accosted so we decided to leave.
brief blip though. i think it might have been a fishing expidition to which i provided no food. perhaps another time should our friendship go there. However, found out that she stayed over at Baby's place one night in september (this is the name of guy at work i have/had crush on). This is how it went down. She said, where do you live? And I said, by xyz tube, and then she goes, oh that is right, I know exactly where, I will tell you why…but don't say anything this is how rumours start and I (knowing full well where this was going) say, really, what? And she goes well after our client reception, she was out with the legal team, and we were doing shots, and she and Baby were doing them one after the other, she blacked out, and next thing she knew was waking up on the sofa at his flat. His flatmate was waking her up, she had a towel draped over her she said, and apparently Baby and she were so wasted they had to have the flatmate tell the cabbie how to get them home b/c they couldn't speak. Flatmate said, btw, if you are wondering if you snogged Baby (still asleep in his room supposedly), you didn't…and she says, i felt so embarrassed, because i wasn't sure if we did, it would have been horrible. So then they walked to the tube together, and when passing my door, Baby said, that is where (me) lives…Not sure what to make of the story. But I hate that I care.. my heart didn't drop, but i did have some jitters. Also pathetic that I just wrote a paragraph on it. he maybe on my mind, but i ain't wasting the pretty...
then we got going to Kingly Club (where finally we felt at home, with good music and a chat/gossip worthy crowd... we said "we are home, finally" which is dangerous because that is when we really started drinking. it was midnight) Accordingly, we had loads of cocktails, i was lectured by this idiot about learning the English language properly and adopting the culture of England rather than trying to impose my American culture on it (anyone who knows me knows that he is preaching to the choir, ironically, but he wouldn't shut up for long enough for me to explain it, so i eventually refused to talk to him, which really made him mad), i was latched onto by this Bavarian dude who tried, unsuccesfully to kiss me, and there were these putney boys good for a brief conversation, and finally we shared a cab with these Norwegian trust fund kids, after partied in their flat in Belgravia, spoke russian over vodka shots in digestif glasses that looked like egg cups. We will forever measure our cocktails using the eggcup method. somehow i got home at 4:30. in at work by 10. still flirting with death by hangover.
we are really excited about going out again.
posted by miss goLondon at 2:24 PM
8 Comments:
Why are my nights out not like this?
I am far too sensible for my own good...
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Oh, I feel your pain... in the hangover sense and the whole *boy at work crush* thing.
I hope you managed to safely recover... I'm still recovering from a long boozy weekend.
Why oh why?
Funny. I was at Kingly Club that night as well. :)
I have just moved to London from the US, and have randomly come across your blog. Really enjoying it so far.
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the odds of that are phenomenal! have you set up your blog yet? pass the link when you do. i hope your first 6 months are easier than mine. ciao, all the best, hgl
I don't have a blog, yet. I've never had one, but considering all the recent happenings in my life, it would not be such a bad idea. I'll have to research the subject.
I've been here for exactly two months now, and it's been great so far. I moved not really knowing anyone (besides a few family friends), and it already feels as if I have been here for at least eight months (not eight weeks). I am trying to figure out the nightlife, good places to go to, etc. I'm meeting tons of people, and going out quite a bit, which is fun, but also quite exhausting. I expected it to be much more difficult to meet friends though, so I can't complain. Too much of a social life is definitely better than none. :)
I really enjoy your blog, as it is a lot like my experiences here so far. You're a very good writer. :)
You might not remember, but that night at Kingly, did you wear some flowery (or other pattern) sleeveless top? I saw your photo on your other website, and I think I might have seen you that night, sitting at the bar with another girl.
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no, i had on a black low v neck sweater aka jumper and skirt. was with friend at bar tho for awhile. but it is a bar. you sound like london likes you more than it did me at first; i had to queue up for my entrance ticket : ) thanks for the compliments, & hope to see your thoughts online, etc, soon. keep in touch! ps which state ru from?
sI'm from Illinois - Chicago.
Kingly is tiny, so I thought I might have seen you. :)
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