A Bit of Tea and Lemon
Yesterday was my leaving do. Apparently such a thing is expected so I decided that of course it had to go with a bang.
This is how the night went:
After the "Last Thursday of the Month" drinks at work, we moved next door. We had a few drinks and I laughed so much that my cheeks were hurting.
At about 9 we went to Lucky Voice for some karaoke. From the first song, Bohemian Rhapsody, to the last song, Born in the USA I sang. Some will probably describe it as screaming and yelling but the more refined will recognize it as singing. I invited people under my umbrella -ella -ella -ella to shield from the raining men while asking them to put a ring on it if they liked it. It was fantastic!
We had a few reluctant participants and I won't name any names but everyone and I mean everyone was singing. Now what happened to the: I don't do karaoke????? I saw Florian singing La Bamba.
When they kicked us out at about 11.45 we proceeded to Little Italy because if you are having a leaving do you have to go to the place where everything happened. We get there, the whole drunken lot and were told we couldn't get in. Apparently there were some VIPs in there that cannot bare the sight of denim. I won't get into that stupid excuse. My bet is that the state my companions were in was not indicative of a nicely controlled crowd.
Instead of going home we ended up at a place called Lupo. After suffering through the running man, the chicken dance, some less than impressive squads and a couple of lewd invitations I found myself waiting for the bus in the rain.
The day after:
I walked in the office croaking a whispery Good morning. My voice as usual totally gone. This got remedied a bit after a cup of tea with lemon. But to top of the night, I learnt that my drink was spiked.
This is how the night went:
After the "Last Thursday of the Month" drinks at work, we moved next door. We had a few drinks and I laughed so much that my cheeks were hurting.
At about 9 we went to Lucky Voice for some karaoke. From the first song, Bohemian Rhapsody, to the last song, Born in the USA I sang. Some will probably describe it as screaming and yelling but the more refined will recognize it as singing. I invited people under my umbrella -ella -ella -ella to shield from the raining men while asking them to put a ring on it if they liked it. It was fantastic!
We had a few reluctant participants and I won't name any names but everyone and I mean everyone was singing. Now what happened to the: I don't do karaoke????? I saw Florian singing La Bamba.
When they kicked us out at about 11.45 we proceeded to Little Italy because if you are having a leaving do you have to go to the place where everything happened. We get there, the whole drunken lot and were told we couldn't get in. Apparently there were some VIPs in there that cannot bare the sight of denim. I won't get into that stupid excuse. My bet is that the state my companions were in was not indicative of a nicely controlled crowd.
Instead of going home we ended up at a place called Lupo. After suffering through the running man, the chicken dance, some less than impressive squads and a couple of lewd invitations I found myself waiting for the bus in the rain.
The day after:
I walked in the office croaking a whispery Good morning. My voice as usual totally gone. This got remedied a bit after a cup of tea with lemon. But to top of the night, I learnt that my drink was spiked.
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