The Big TB Meet Up
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After the last one fell through, Bondy and Hannah came up with the goods and organised this TB Meet up. It was brilliant! Somehow, via promoting/bullying, there was a good turn out for this meet up. The Attendees were:
Me, Bondy (Bondy2007), Ashley (ashleynpearson), Hannah (hannah-lou), Andre (Woosah), Mark (magera), Susheel (thesweethereafter), Mike (globetrottingmike), Derek (derekbilldaly), Suzanne (suzannebell), Brett (metsbwd), John (londonstudent), Lori (lovely_lori88), Anna (not sure of her TB name), plus non-TBers Jenn and Brian.
Just to note: we were all in Edinburgh, Scotland and out of a group of 16, no-one was actually from Edinburgh and only two people lived in Scotland! That's the beauty of TB and the meet ups.
Please also note I've changed the date to keep consistnecy with the story. The meet up was actually on the 11th which was the Saturday night after the day doing the walking tour.
Right, where was I? Oh yeah, a bit pissed after the football, but raring to go after a half time power knap. Me and Bondy were the last arrivals at the meet up, but that really didn't matter. We certainly weren't playing catch up and we'd already met almost everyone by now anyway. In fact Sucheel and Suzanne were the only new additions to the group, but very welcome additions they were.
Everyone was in full conversation and chatting away enjoying their cocktails so me and Bondy went to the bar and joined in. We had these absolutely minging Mohitos blurrgghhh they were so gross, so we decided to down them and pick another one at random. Bondy came back holding two very feminine looking drinks and a cheeky smile on his face. The rule was we had to drink them with the little pinky (that the little finger people!) sticking out. Just our small, unfunny joke. We polished those off and then it was beer O'Clock for me. I wasn't up for any more risk taking with the cocktails. Ashley collected a few quid off everyone and sorted out a good round of shots - nce move to keep the banter going! I wasn't the only one on the beer at this stage! Brett and Andre decided to have a crack at drinking the 10 beers of the world.
The sandwiches arrived and almost everyone tucked in. A quick food stop is always useful, but I've got a Saturday night rule of "Eating is cheating". Call it immaturity if you want, I don't care, I was getting quite happily pissed without the sobering effects of food. It was getting on a bit and the cameras were still flashing pretty much non-stop. I asked Derek about Bob (RIP) his beloved lightbulb. This caused a tear to be shed from the big fella; you're my Bob, you're my boy. I decided it might be a good time to call a few cabs and head off to another bar.
We all arrived within a few minutes of each other and hung out in the bar listening to the music of yesteryear. I must admit, I wasn't the biggest fan of Take That and the Spice Girls first time around, but pure 100% cheese music, nah, not my thing. I turned to the ale and switched off for a while. Most of the others were quite happily dancing away and I was happy enough to carry on with drinking myself into a Brett style inebriation. In fact, I remember thinking ah well, I'm in Scotland, and then following up by ordering shots of whiskey.
After a while, I thought, it should be time to find a club. We asked a few locals and Espionage was suggested - fine, that'll do. We walked a short way up the road, but no-one really seemed to know where we were going. I thought sod this, let's get a cab, but Suzanne said we should just walk, it can't be far. It turned out that it was less than a minutes walk! I should have got a cab for embarrassment sake.
The rest of the night spent in the club remains hazy at best, but do remember hanging out with Bondy and Andre (who was back on the drink by the way!!) for a while, but when I came back, they'd gone. I sort of hung around the dance floor for a bit, but was drunk enough and had no more money on me to get more.