I left my bed

My other half had surprised me whilst I was on holiday in Cornwall, with a one day and night trip to Brighton. Double beach time? I was ecstatic. I met James from work at London bridge where we got our tickets to head to the seaside and settled down on a one hour train, in which we both ate leftover pizza and napped through. Which in my opinion is already a good start. During our journey on the train, James muttered "shit" under his breath, which is just what you want to hear on the way to your holidays. He had booked the hotel for the day after, and not the day we were actually in. Shit. I laughed at him because you know, men innit, and then we went in search of our hotel to see if we could rectify it. Brighton is very steep. Our hotel was mostly up a hill to the beach front which was too windy to get even close to. It's a lovely little pub with rooms above it and we were immediately welcomed by the owners. They didnt have a room for that night so they were kind ...

I don't even really know where to begin. I managed to get some guest tickets for "The Royal Tease" burlesque show at the Intrepid Fox. We had almost a full house to go out with so I knew it was going to be pretty good whatever happened. And we had Molly. So you know. There was a strong start to the evening. I had to round everyone up, kind of like a mother. Everyone needed a wee or forgot their oyster card. We finally made it out the door 20 minutes later, only to get a tube that was forever delayed at every stop. We were dropping like fly's trying to get to Archway. James left at London bridge to wee and Molly left 2 stops before we got there after standing up because "it would help" and leaving her empty bottle of wine on the seat. I did a lot of shouting. There was a 10 minute wait in between each stop and i was half an hour late for something i was suppose to be reviewing. We got there and it was rammed. This tiny little "metal bar" just o...

After a hard (boring) day at work it was finally the work do. I didnt really want to go. Lauren was home for Christmas, Jonathon refused to come from day one and I was tired. Never the less, we got let out 30 minutes early. I told Johnathon i was going to text him every 5 minutes so he could feel like he was there. Mark led what he thought was the way to the pub. And after a lot of walking and chronic texting to Johnathon. We found the place. Its a cool little bar in Farringdon called - Be @ one. Its actually really neat. Its not that big but they were blaring some old bangers as soon as we walked in. Id like to tell you the drinks are cheap but if im honest, i have no idea. I didnt pay for one drink (thanks work). We made our way down to the basement which is where our work party was being held. It was absolutely packed and i couldnt see anything for looking. I spoke to my boss for the first time EVER and he gave me some tokens to get some large glasses of wine (Oh god)...