Let me recall.
Friday was Russian Ark and pub and beers and retro!
Saturday was gym and dinner and four hours of non-stop karaoke. I really suck at singing, but a little red wine, desert wine and scotch did the trick. A couple of us felt a little embarassed emptying that bottle of really expensive scotch at the host's expense!! I also finally understood what the Eurovision Song contest was all about, having first seen it in one of the cards during one of the those ol' Pictionary weekends.
Sunday was pizza-making and tea and pub-hopping (I think it's the culture here) and club.
Seriously, it was the best clubbing experience of my life so far. It was like five hours of solid dancing, and there were plenty of hot babes, of which, one the feelings were mutual. *drool drool*. But we were both attached, and other than some dirty dancing we knew our limits. That night kinda rekindled the fire of those days when I clubbed almost every weekend, which I've abstained for a good two years. Probably I'd hit Zouk once again with Cindy when I'm back. Nigel wanted to bring Stephanie along but we weren't sure if David would mind.
Monday. Bank Holiday. Dim Sum at Chinatown, and then a couple of us spent a lovely afternoon soaking up the sun at a nearby park while taking glances at the myriad of people passing by. Such are the pleasures of life.
Life should be relished without the blindfold of emotional burden. I stand by my statement.