A slightly bigger night than I'd planned!
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I made a lightning quick trip home to see the clan on Friday, and dashed back on Saturday to meet my friend Lisa. Lisa and I had booked a hotel in Bristol, and so I guess I should have anticipated a big night, but I was conning myself into believing I'd be sensible. That lasted about three seconds after we headed out and I remembered that I really wanted to go to the Apple, which is a cider barge.
The Apple has a cider menu. Really. Proper, lovely, cider made of apples, and at least one that they will only serve in halves because it's so strong. This was not the place to start a quiet evening. The staff were lovely, Supergrass was on the juke box, and half a Rich's cider and Half a perry later, I figured it was time to head off.
Next, we went to Iguanas, which I think I've reviewed before. Six plates of tapas and two cocktails later, we went back into the night.
Next stop is the Hatchet - the world's friendliest rock place. Actually, it turns out my dad got very drunk here in the 1960s or 1970s and his mate wanted to leave and dad was deprived of the chance to impress some woman he was chasing - so if dad's mate had liked the Hatchet more, I may never have been born. It plays rock on the stereo, and you will see some really interesting hair here, but the place is not scene-ey and you can go in here dressed like a business man or a nerd or a fashionista and the only way you won't be welcome is if you act like a twit.
Unfortunately, the Cooler was kind of quiet. Well, I say unfortunately. Like I'd know. I had a small flirt with a perfectly charming bloke and wouldn't have cared. Sometimes it's quite nice to get a bit of attention.
At two in the morning, I said good bye to charming bloke (and sorry to Lisa, who said she didn't mind and that I really hadn't ignored her at all) and went back to the totally amazing hotel we'd booked. I tried to drink some water and fell sound asleep instead.