I went out one night in london, funny enough it was to a place I went to last time and was able to find it quite easily. It was a good friggin time too. On the walk there we were drinking in the streets, because we can. The bar was super cheap when we got there and I was drunk enough to dance. Eventually I got tired and decided to leave. After looking around for the people I went with and not finding them, i decided to just jet.
The one thing I forgot is that the underground closes rediculously early in this city. So, failing that ride back to the hotel, I decided I’d just walk. I knew where it was and headed off. While walking towards my destination I checked the underground stops to make sure I was on the right path, until there was no match. That was my fatal move. I went right instead of left.
I walked around and saw lots of london. I met some crazy irish guy and his aunt Kim. I can’t remember his name. It’s probably because he kept calling me Mike. They said they’d help me find where I was going, but they were just as clueless and drunk. I walked around and around making different turns at different points. I went through SOHO and feared for backside. Found a 24h shop and got more beer and kept on walking. Eventually we stopped at the steps of some boarded up church where there was an italian guy named René who spoke french because his mom was from quebec. Weird. He had no idea where I was going either, but the irish guy and the italian guy started singing songs, and funny enough, the italian could sing quite well. The irish, not so well.
We continued walking around after the Italian caught his bus. As the sun was coming up a Canadian girl, from vancouver, who smelled of fresh pot (makes sense, right?) thought she knew where I was going so she sent me off and the Irish followed me a bit more. It was the wrong direction, which is probably why she was laughing. Eventually I got to a point where I actually recognized some buildings and managed to orient myself. I picked up the pace and ditched the Irish guys, cuz all I wanted to do was sleep.
I found the hotel, about 5 hours after leaving the bar. My feet were dead, and I was too early for breakfast.
The sun was cracking the buildings and I went to sleep.