Hello again Folks! Let me continue....
Friday I went out with Eissell, Lakshman, Gabriel and these two other girls. The plan was to go to a Salsa club because apparently they're very popular in London and I needed to get my inner Hispanic out...ahem. Eissell went over some Salsa moves with me beforehand, as I had not danced Salsa since early December with Edgar, who would essentially just tell me what to do and I did it, not really thinking about it much. But the night turned into an Epic Fail...well, the first half of the night at least. The "Salsa" club we turned up at ended up not being a Salsa club at all, but just a Cuban themed, very crowded bar you needed to reserve a table at. And the people were mostly professional youngins in their late 20's. Not really my scene, sorry. So we all decided to venture to Soho, where there are tons of bars.
We get to Soho, and make our way to Leicester Square. We find this one bar. The first bad sign is that when I go over to make my drink order, some young guy not-so-discreetly gives me a full body check out, and asks someone I was with what my name was, or something along those lines. Oh gosh. So I order my drink that turned out to be more expensive than I bargained for and jetted up the stairs. Still not too impressed, it was mostly late 20's people again who look like they had a bit of money. So we leave, and try to find a cheap bar. But the first bar won't let me in because I don't have my actual passport with me, only an ID. So then we're walking...and walking...and walking and trying to find a cheap place to eat that suits everyone's needs, vegetarian or otherwise (for the record, I wasn't the only vegetarian so it's not my fault!) Pure desperation set in, so we decided on Maoz. Yeah, I know they have them in NY too but it's cheap, filling and totally veggie so it was worth it, esp. because how cold it was!
After that, Eissell, Lakshman and I parted ways with Gabriel and the two girls, who were going back to Drapers, our on campus bar (yes, our campus has a bar) while the three of us hit up some gay bars. We found a really cool one where everyone was very friendly, only joked about me not getting in but in reality weren't uptight and didn't care that I only had a copy of my passport. They also complimented Eissell's hair and the drinks were super cheap and super yummy. And of course, I get to sit down without creepy men giving me a way too forward up and down checkout.
Saturday was more exploring. We attempted to have our Harry Potter time, but by the time we actually figured out where we were going it was 3:30. And then we kept on walking and getting lost down all the tiny alleyways! Finally at about 5 we found what we were looking for: an alleyway that's supposed to be Diagon Alley. Once we got there, I remembered that the last time I was in England I had stumbled upon this as well, but not on purpose. But I remember thinking wow, this REALLY could be Diagon Alley. And there I was again! It was a spot on the Harry Potter tour I downloaded off the internet. After that, we decided to have desert before dinner and we got delicious cake and hot chocolate and a lovely dessert place. Then we walked to Millenium Bridge, where there was a stunning view of St. Pauls and I exclaimed, "This is why I'm in London!" It was beautiful. We then go inside the Tate just for curiosity's sake as it was free and end up on the 7th floor bar where there were views of the Thames, Millenium Bridge and St. Pauls.
More walking and searching for an old Bar. The first one we walk into is unfortunately not the old bar we were looking for but I decided to have a pint anyway. I deserved it after all that walking! After asking someone they gave us directions to what we were looking for: Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, apparently the oldest bar in London. The sign said it was "rebuilt" in 1667. How marvelous! We go inside just in time as we were the last people to be served dinner. Our waitress was Australian and very nice. I got a cheese and bread and salad plate with this yummy purple stuff on the side, and the house Cider. It was all delicious! Lakshman got the cheese tart, which was divine and Eissell the Leak Soup. Inside was so old looking, and I swear I could feel the thousands of souls who have walked through that place before me! The bar was dimly lit, all wooden from the tables to the benches to the floor and there was an actual fire place going. There was also saw dust on the floor, and a sign above the bar that said "Only gentlemen served in the bar". It was a lot of fun, and we met this women who had been living in Britain for years but she was actually from New York too! Brooklyn to be exact. What a small world.
Sunday I run errands and catch up on Old English at the Library. Monday is basically just as quiet, and I re-watch episode of The Secret Diary of a Call Girl (it's my guilty pleasure and takes place in London). Today, more of nothing basically. Just school and taking naps and getting mad at Barclays.
Yeah, I still don't have an account set up even though I applied about a week and a half ago.
Tomorrow, more London adventures. I'm getting (once again) my inner dork on.
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