I met my friend and two of his friends at 6 yesterday evening at an incredibly trendy sushi place near St. James Park called Nobu. His friends were great. I liked them immediately.
I like sushi, but I had only had it once before, so I had no idea what to order. Fortunately, the way these guys eat sushi is to order a bunch of stuff, put it in the middle of the table, and everybody picks. Works for me! Turns out I liked everything.
After dinner we went to a bar called Butterfly where we met some of my new friend’s coworkers. More drinking. Then to a club. More drinking. I think I danced a bit. Around 12:20 in the morning, someone reminded me I have to catch the last Tube to the airport where I was spending the night. After beer, champagne, sake, more beer, wine, more beer, more wine, and much more beer, I’m not sure how I found the airport, much less my hotel, but I did have enough sense to hail a cab at the airport rather than try to navigate the shuttles.
I slept really well again last night.
This morning, after breakfast and a shower, I tried several more times unsuccessfully to reach my other friend. London is just too expensive a place to hang out indefinitely, so I hopped a train.
I’m sitting at the ferry terminal in Harwich, which apparently is pronounced Heh-rich, waiting for the 7:20 sailing to Holland. The trip is about 3 hours, 35 minutes, so before midnight, if all goes well, I’ll have finally set foot on the European continent. I’ve never been on a ferry before, so I’m quite excited.