So Luke arrived here on Thursday a.m. Thursday and Friday were both spent exploring the treasures of British culture, which meant spending the entire day/evening in pubs and not making it more than half a mile from my flat. Thankfully this is pretty much the extant to which Luke wants/needs to know about the British, so my duties as tour guide can be considered a success.
Saturday was spent doing more of the same, except for a quick diversion OUTSIDE of the pubs for another steadfast British tradition, drinking in the park. Met up with Jordan (another 10 year or so reunion for he and Luke) and drank several cans of fine Carlsberg while avoiding getting attacked by some geese that didn't seem all too happy with our presence.
We then made our way to Camden town, danced a while, and ate boatloads of falafel.
Sunday, I felt great since Saturday wasn't too much of a late night, so what do we do? Go to a party called "Church", which is the furthest thing from Church. If your church involves buy beers/ciders by the 3 in plastic bags and wearing neon clothing and exposing yourself to 1500 strangers, then this was the place for you.
We knew we were in the right place when we noticed several dudes in neon leggings marching down the street, several girls who looked like last night's party stumbling through intersections. We get to the venue, and the line is several hundred people deep, the site of whom would make any respectable grandmother (or mother) cry her eyes out.
I avoided taking pictures of the clientèle, so I'll leave the outfits up to your imagination. I think most of them were hastily constructed, probably in a drunken/high stupor from the night before, you know trying to think of a last minute Halloween idea. We've all been there. Anyways, 1500 of these people are hammered, dancing to the worst possible music (think Counting Crows and Third Eye Blind), and there are strippers on stage every now and then. I know it makes no sense at all, and I am trying to digest it myself.
We got bombed, had a blast, got in an argument with some Canadians, ate Burger King, and passed out.
Saturday pictures, and Sunday pictures.
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