yeah, rex couldn't quite make it to our rendezvous. it's a shame, he missed out. not that i remember much of it, but i'm sure i had fun. i have a strange lesion on my right thumb to prove it.
no, really, my seven hours with will were great. met up, went for a beer, then elbowed our ways through the crowds of portobello road (where we tried unsuccessfully to find a thin scary walking cane/whip for one of us, name removed to protect his privacy). then walked into a big, sunny pub that was full of native englanders. native and old. and by old i mean musty. peed, had another beer, then walked on. tubed ourselves to soho (i swear is was far more innocent than it sounds), tried to keep from sticking my ass out when walking. the first bartender thought i was too drunk and was about to deny me service when will explained i was just panamanian. see, it was the thick accent. went to another pub, had another beer, peed again. then went to another pub, had another beer, peed again. then went to another pub, had another beer, peed again. mind me, i had lost count of everything a couple of hours before, too. let's only hope will kept count of how many times i grabbed his ass. i have a reputation to defend, see. at one point we noticed we were in a gay pub, or so we think. alas, i was too drunk to hit on anybody. ah, we'll always have the memories. and now will has tons of material.
after having a mcdonalds 79p cheeseburger and another beer or two we split up. i may have stumbled over a 6 year old girl, maybe in the apple store, which would explain why i got politely kicked out. at least i think that's what the dude told me, i just nodded and left. didn't get lost in the tube, met with boytoy, stumbled and fell when boarding the train, triend to goosestep/skip home, passed out. i will never get drunk on beer again. i should have had breakfast.
tuesday is back to newyorkland for me. that is, if i manage not to miss my flight.
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