So I'm home from the night out that quite frankly I thought would never happen. I've been home a little while now but I've been waiting for the headache to subside before being able to formulate anything resembling coherence. My eyes are still sore and my head is still a little poundy, but I think that has more to do with dehydration and lack of food than it has to do with last night's debauchery.
The evening started well enough. I was to be at Adam's for five-ish, where I would take along three outfits and I would be guided in what would be the most suitable thing to wear. This was totally prompted by me and in fact was one of the conditions of me agreeing to go out last night. In the end however, I decided to find my balls and chose something myself, put it on, and figured it was okay. And it was. Score one for me. I was running late, so I scoffed down three slices of toast, and headed on over there. I got to Adam's and he was running late too, and he was eating pasta, and wasn't ready yet. So that was okay, it just meant I had more time to get a bit nervous about my impending doom. His mum was sweet though.. she said "don't worry, trust Adam" - which I do. Anyway, we finally got out of the house and onto the train and into London.
Our first stop was the Village, which is a bar on three levels in the middle of Soho. We met Alex (the pharmacist) who was a very nice bloke and we went in for a couple of drinks. I was freezing cold. I think it was a combination of the polar weather and nerves... suffice to say, I kept my jacket on.. it was a security thing. We had two rounds of drinks in there before moving on to a pub just next door (the name of which I've forgotten but it was some Duke or another) in order to see if the barman Alex was stalking was working... he wasn't... so we had another couple of drinks in there... Next stop.. The Friendly Society... I was convinced this was a Quaker Meeting House in the middle of Soho but no.. it wasn't.. it was a bar (even darker than the first two) that had glass cases on the wall with various Fairy detergent products on show, goldfish bowls with fish, surrounded by various Barbie dolls, and a projector showing an episode of Wonder Woman, an episode in which Wonder Woman deals with Nazis apparently. This bar didn't serve 'alco-pops' (bastards!) so I had to have pernod and orange.. it was strong and expensive and in hindsight, not the best choice to mix with the previously consumed vodka. Sadly for Adam it was his round, and ended up paying a mortgage payment for a round of drinks...
It was at this time I txted mybrokennight
with my random drunken rantings. So apologies ladies :) I'd had about four Smirnoff Ices, and a pernod and orange at this point, on a practically empty stomach. I was fairly drunk. Clearly, by the subsequent event, I was fairly drunk. We left the expensive quaker place and walked up the street past the theatre that is currently showing Mary Poppins
. We started to queue. We were queueing for G-A-Y Bar.. yes that's right gentle reader, I was taken to G-A-Y Bar... and I seemingly went, willingly, without much coercion. It was my round so after we all went to the loo (no, not in a dirty way) we went upstairs and I bought the drinks. We stood around chatting for a bit, and drinking... and then we moved into the crowd a bit... another round was purchased (I think) and then something odd happened. Adam basically made me dance with him. And I did. For quite some time... then we moved downstairs again, bought more drinks, and Adam and I danced some more... I can't quite believe myself as I write this.. that I danced
in public in G-A-Y Bar.
Sadly we had to leave early to catch the last train home. That sucked because I didn't want to leave. I was having too much fun. And being with Adam made it so much more enjoyable. On the way home on the train I pretty much asked him if I was wasting my time being interested in him. I told him that I understood completely that he's not in the right place for a relationship.. and he basically said, in a roundabout sort of way that no, if he wasn't still dealing with the breakup then I wouldn't be wasting my time. I told him that he's the first guy in two years that I could see myself having something more long-lasting with... so as far as I was concerned he was worth the wait.. I'm not holding my breath, but I remain cautiously optimistic. In the meantime, we'll just be friends and I'll hope that either he and I become more than friends in the future, or our relationship will naturally become more friend-based. Obviously the former would be preferred, but we shall see... I think the most important thing to take away from all this is that I danced
in public in G-A-Y Bar. Oh yes, I did.