Friday night in town
We went out for dinner and some drinks last night, instead of our normal Saturday, as we have to go away today and are not back until late Monday.
Food: HS1 good, but not great. Wine: HS1 Pinot Grigio (I know it’s a cliché) very good and very easy to drink. British Legion: empty, so we didn’t stop. Whalers: quiet, until a crowd of dentists came in, all gleaming teeth, followed shortly by the usual Friday night crowd. We chatted with various people we knew for a while, before leaving as it was getting messy.
Very drunk woman at the bar: “The men here are like monks!” Sorry madam, but if it was you or celibacy, the monasteries would be full.
I avoided the Smirnoff Ice’s, and feel a lot better for it.
Food: HS1 good, but not great. Wine: HS1 Pinot Grigio (I know it’s a cliché) very good and very easy to drink. British Legion: empty, so we didn’t stop. Whalers: quiet, until a crowd of dentists came in, all gleaming teeth, followed shortly by the usual Friday night crowd. We chatted with various people we knew for a while, before leaving as it was getting messy.
Very drunk woman at the bar: “The men here are like monks!” Sorry madam, but if it was you or celibacy, the monasteries would be full.
I avoided the Smirnoff Ice’s, and feel a lot better for it.
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