Peter didn't arrive until later on Friday night, so pretty much right after he came we rounded up the troops and headed down to Soho to enjoy the nightlife. We decided to follow Spencer's lead since he has lived in London for a while, which ended up as a slight failure because we ended up in this tiny "club" (that was more like a basement actually) that played medicore music. It was fine though because we were still having fun hanging out with each other. After a bit we ended up leaving in search of finding a better place, but ended up walking home and just crashing instead (although none of us were too upset with that plan).
Saturday morning we woke up relatively early and headed to Notting Hill to check out the Portobello Road market. It was insanely large and had stands full of antiques, food, and everything in between. I had a delicious goat cheese sandwich (nom nom nom), and had a bite of Amanda's nutella crepe. I'm pretty sure we didn't even get to see the entire market, but it was still awesome.
By the time we were done at the market Pete had to run off to meet his parents for tea and Amanda needed to do some work on her papers for class (fail), so Spencer and I were left to figure out what we should do for the afternoon. We decided to go to Oxford Circus to check out some shops and meander around and enjoy the nice weather (it was sunny and nice all weekend, so we definitely wanted to take advantage of it). We had so much fun walking around that we ended up walking all the way back to my flat instead of taking the tube. It was cool seeing what I whiz by underground every day on my way to work.
When Peter returned from tea (with his sister Georgina in tow), we hung out at our flat for a bit, and enjoyed the view from our roof -- it was nice, and definitely made Amanda and I miss our flat 10 friends (since we frequented the roof with them). We quickly got ready and headed out to Waxy O'Conners, a ridiculous bar/dancing place off of Picadilly Circus. I say ridiculous because the music ranged from the Backstreet Boys, to the Macarena, and Irish jig music, and back again. The interior of this bar was very cool as well because it looked like you were in the middle of a tree! Everyone was legitimately disappointed at how early this place closed because we were having so much fun and didn't want to leave! The rest of the night was spent wandering around Leicester Square seeing if we wanted to go anywhere else (which we didn't), grabbing pizza and watching a ridiculous street fight, and running after taxis in order to get home.
We slept for a whole 4 hours before waking up to say goodbye to Georgina and Spencer, and heading to Oxford Circus to do a little shopping, and ultimatly go to Hyde Park. We spent the majority of the day laying in the sun enjoying lemonade and talking. Tom also tried making a "kite", aka a plastic bag tied to string, that quickly turned into his "pet dog" named Nigel Baggins. Needless to say we got some funny looks from passer-bys as the four of us were talking to and playing with a plastic bag.
After we had enough time outside we decided to head over to Liverpool Street to show Peter the Spitalfields Market, and east London in general. It was so funny to Amanda and I the entire weekend because more often than not we were the London experts compared to our British friends. Anyways, our main destination was Brick Lane, because the boys love curry and Amanda and I had been DYING to grab Indian food since arriving here, and we were running out of opportunities to do so. We ended up finding a restaurant that costed £10 for a 4 course meal, including drinks. SCORE. It was delicious, and I was so full I could barely move by the end of the meal.
After dinner we hopped off the tube at St. Paul's Cathedral, since Peter had never been before, and took a walk around before heading down Fleet Street to meet up with some of Peter's friends from uni. Some of London's oldest pubs are located on that street so I thought it would be a fun place to hang out and grab a drink. Turns out though that no pubs are open on Sundays... who would have thought? (Read: Al fail). So we ended up wandering around looking for open places, realized there were none, and bid Peter's friends adieu and headed home. Of course as soon as we set off to go home we found a pub that was open so Peter, Tom, and I stopped to have a drink before heading back to the flat. It was so much fun getting to see Peter and crew for the weekend, and I am really bummed that he had to go back to Geneva. Stupid work.
Even though it is Monday, it seems like the weekend still hasn't stopped for me. Today at work was very low key, and tonight we saw Chicago! We found an amazing deal online that got us dinner at a nice restaurant in Leicester Square and show tickets for £20 (where tickets usually start at £30 at least... score!) so we were pumped. The show itself was amazing too, and starred Christie Brinkley (who is 57, but still the lead in the show! Amazing!). I'm definitely going to have those songs stuck in my head for quite some time now.
Since it is officially Tuesday in London, I now have less than 5 full days left in the UK. Now the countdown can be reduced to one hand! Who's excited? ;)
PS. Happy Birthday Mom! Love you <3
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