Weekend Dec 16 Friday

Friday night, the first night of weekend birthday partying.

Started out after work with drinks at this cool Moroccan bar called Acco. 2 for 1 happy hour drinks made the choice easy. After this I went out for some tapa action with Sarah and Julia from work. I can't remember the name but it was this Italian tapa place we went to across from Edgeware Road tube. It was pretty ghetto, you walk down into the basement and its an old furnished kind of place. they had this geezer playing on a synth, kinda like Dresden style.
The waiter who served us was a Joe Pesci look alike who was pissed out of his mind. He kept going on 'you two girls, are a so lov-el-ly, so nice, you, not so lov-el-ly' he says. 'If my daughter brought you home, you would be in a big a trouble'. Woa, slow down here Scarface. So I said 'But I'd make a her a happy!', and then he said 'ok ok, you now a my friend, he is lov'el'ly'. Right. Fun talk and games but we were starving. It literally took us an hour to order, and even that before the wine came. He would disappear for like 20 minutes, come back and we'd want to order and he said he'd come right back. Upon taking our order, he didn't even write down what we wanted. He dropped his pen 3 times. Funny as is, we were starving. We called over the manager and he brought in another waiter who apologized and got it right.

After dinner Sarah and Jules went home as they were up for the big night sat, so I was left solo trip and not ready to go home. I decided Id go back to the Scala, as I had a fun time there last time I was there 7 months ago. So I trucked out to Kings Cross to do some partying . wtf, I didn't care, I just wanted to have a good time. it was a 5er to get in, no biggie. The short end of it was that it was Gay night, and I didn't really realize this until 12am when they all poured in. I got in about 10pm. At this time there was still a pretty good mix of females, albeit fag hags. I first caught onto this after some bloke at the bar asked me 'Why are you still here?'. I says 'Pardon!'?, 'why haven't you gone home with anyone yet?'...'Cause I'm not a Bummer', 'well what about a blow job', 'yea but not from you, I'm not gay dude'. We had a laugh and he took it well. Downstairs I had this German dude ask me 'so how do you like zee Popstars?', I'm like 'whats that?', 'Popstars, where you are'. I found out that the gay night is called Popstars.
I felt like Stiffler in American Wedding. But whatever, I just wanted to have a good night out and do some dancing! I got home about 4:30 am that night and all in all it was a good Friday night.

dtm.