A different Sunday

Lets just say, even tho what I went to do didn't happen,I had one of the best times out ever. The more I visit London, the more stronger the need to keep going back. Great, sounding like some guy from the sticks just discovering 'the big city'...to a point I suppose it's true.

Maybe because it wasn't all planned, we just went with the flow, knowing vaguely where to go but just hopping from place to place. Managed, even with his strong accent, to hold a coversation with a random (kinda big for me). Being told at 24 I was still a baby, while him being 34, and that he felt old and was over the hill, was one of the odder moments.

Didn't set out too but seemed to do all the places that I knew about. Came out of one, walked on a bit and spotted another. Felt like I wanted to do them just to say I had been there. If I didn't like them then no need to go back.

Damn The Village for making good cocktails...5?...maybe 6?...dunno? Interesting pricing system aswell...

Then the G.A.Y bar. For me this was full of all the typical stereotypes, nothing against it/them, just an observation. Most of the other places were less so. Saying that, this was the best place of the night. Well I know the club so I guess the bar is just a samller version. Not sure if it is in the mind but it's these types of places that I feel most at ease and relaxed. Did feel a bit cautious at first, feelin people were looking and being judgmental, but that soon past. Was just another 'me' moment.

Before I knew it, it was time to go. Or so I thought. Outta the blue I get grabbed and danced with! Not happened in a while, possibly the alcohol that seemed to be carrying him along may have had something to do with it. Was a good ending. Again prob not a big thing, but to me it was.

Oh well, didn't really wanna right an account of the day. Not included all so I suppose I've not. Just wanted to blog about a good time I suppose. Definately need to do it more.