excerpt from mail i just sent
This weekend proper was rather uneventful - friday a lot of folk and myself went
to the cinema to see Man on Fire, cause it just came out in theatres here. Er,
that was interesting because of who was there, but yknow, whatever. Good movie
I thought.
So last night Misty and I decide to go to dinner at this pub up on Broad Street
right? We've eaten there before and its this cute little family type pub deal.
Sunday dinner, we're there. Well we walk in, and immediately somehow these 2
guys find out we're american and start talking to us. They are REALLY drunk.
So theyre very much embarassing themselves and talking to us and keep saying
theyre in a boy band and their album drops something like dec 14 and they keep
singing duran duran. Random. At one point the one guy takes misty's hand and
puts it "places" and tries to kiss her. the other guy hands me a flower from
the vase on the table and tells me he loves me and asks me to marry him. they
were really really drunk. so eventually we lose the guys and order dinner and
a drink. 1 small 99p corona.
So then we decide our night is not finished, so we go to this irish pub called
Waxy Oconners or something like that. 3 pints and an hour or so of watching
irish dancing later, i try to talk to this guy by taking off my watch, going to
the bathroom, coming back, and asking the time. First off of course he didnt
understand me, so I repeated myself, so obviously he knew that I was american.
(which is an advantage here with guys, as i've stated before) So he goes 'half
nine' but rather than me staying and talking and whatnot im a dumbass say
thanks and walk back to my table. so the guy continues to make eye contact for
the rest of the night, all flirty like, but never actually talks to us. He had
like 2 other friends with him, all were good looking. Id of taken any. ha,
anyways...... so he leaves, i get a wink. a fucking wink. then misty and i
finish our drinks, talk to some old 40yr old married guys. then we get told
our 'time is up' and we must leave the bar. so we stroll home and drink
lemonade at mistys flat and amuse her english flatmate christina. best
lemonade i've ever had, i swear.
to the cinema to see Man on Fire, cause it just came out in theatres here. Er,
that was interesting because of who was there, but yknow, whatever. Good movie
I thought.
So last night Misty and I decide to go to dinner at this pub up on Broad Street
right? We've eaten there before and its this cute little family type pub deal.
Sunday dinner, we're there. Well we walk in, and immediately somehow these 2
guys find out we're american and start talking to us. They are REALLY drunk.
So theyre very much embarassing themselves and talking to us and keep saying
theyre in a boy band and their album drops something like dec 14 and they keep
singing duran duran. Random. At one point the one guy takes misty's hand and
puts it "places" and tries to kiss her. the other guy hands me a flower from
the vase on the table and tells me he loves me and asks me to marry him. they
were really really drunk. so eventually we lose the guys and order dinner and
a drink. 1 small 99p corona.
So then we decide our night is not finished, so we go to this irish pub called
Waxy Oconners or something like that. 3 pints and an hour or so of watching
irish dancing later, i try to talk to this guy by taking off my watch, going to
the bathroom, coming back, and asking the time. First off of course he didnt
understand me, so I repeated myself, so obviously he knew that I was american.
(which is an advantage here with guys, as i've stated before) So he goes 'half
nine' but rather than me staying and talking and whatnot im a dumbass say
thanks and walk back to my table. so the guy continues to make eye contact for
the rest of the night, all flirty like, but never actually talks to us. He had
like 2 other friends with him, all were good looking. Id of taken any. ha,
anyways...... so he leaves, i get a wink. a fucking wink. then misty and i
finish our drinks, talk to some old 40yr old married guys. then we get told
our 'time is up' and we must leave the bar. so we stroll home and drink
lemonade at mistys flat and amuse her english flatmate christina. best
lemonade i've ever had, i swear.