We recently went into London and celebrated one of our friends birthday. To keep it simple and keep her ID private, I’ll call her Little Miss Champagne. Her husband then has to be Little Mr Champagne which I am promptly shortening to Mr Champagne. Also in the group was my Super Handsome Husband and our friends the Innuendos, again, names changed for privacy.
So, Mrs Innuendo had mentioned that she had been to a restaurant in London called Circus for her birthday a few years ago. Little Miss Champagne and I oohed and ahhhed over her description of the festivities. So, I was super excited when Little Miss Champagne said that she wanted to go down as a group for her birthday! Yay!
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| No big signage to advertise this place! |
We met at the Champagnes' home. They had arranged a driver to take us down into London. After a glass of some bubbly, we headed down for a night of fun. The Champagnes had been to Rome the past weekend. We spent the car ride talking about how lovely Rome was to visit. Mrs Champagne walked Mr Champagne’s feet off, they saw all the amazing sights and it was all good!
We arrived at the restaurant and started out drinking Prosecco. It is Italy’s version of Champagne. Yummy stuff!
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| Super Handsome Husband and Mr Champagne did not have Prosecco. |
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| Sitting at the table, starting from left back: Me, Super Handsome, Mrs Innuendo. Going to the right back, Mr and Mrs Champagne and then Mr Innuendo. |
Then we drank, a lot. We laughed, a lot and we told funny stories! We did manage some dinner in there as well. Mr Champagne had recently been in New York city for his 40th birthday and he shared the now famous handbag story. Let’s just say that it involved a Mulberry handbag, some hung over English blokes and ended with lots and lots of laughter!
Then I decided to WOW my English friends with a funny phrase that required Super Handsome to recount a super hilarious story that caused our English friends to laugh hysterically at our American cluelessness!
Long story short....
You see what she is doing? Well, is has a TOTALLY different meaning in the UK. When I said the phrase we use (as I was shoving a second drink in his hand) Mr. Champgne’s eye almost detached themselves from his head. Since I do keep this blog g-rated.... I will go no further.
We were kicked out of our table after two hours. So, we headed to the bar.
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| Here are the girls! |
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| Here are the boys! |
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| Everyone but Mr. Champagne |
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| Little Miss Champagne took a picture with one of the performers! |
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| Ooooo! I wanted to as well! |
Then another performance started. Super Handsome was at the bar buying the last round of drinks. I decided to go a little closer to get a good view of what was happening. One of the staff members said “Hey! You can go on stage!” I thought, “WOT!” and guess who ended up on the stage, dancing and pulling up the tight little black dress I had decided to squeeze into that night.
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| This is not me, but it was our view of the stage. |
Sorry, there will be no pictures. It was fun and all, but really, no one needs to see the crazy American up on the stage flailing about and hitching up her dress. Mr Champagne kindly ran to tell Super Handsome where I was and he took pictures to prove that I was indeed a crazy American! What can I say, give me a little alcohol and my carefully chained up Mrs Extrovert takes advantage and comes out to play. Unfortunately, that means that the next morning Mrs Introvert comes out to survey the damage. She then has to decides how badly she is going to beat Mrs Extrovert.
We had a fantastic time and laughed like crazy. We are in the process of planning our next night of debauchery. I can’t promise to post about it.... what happens with the crazy Americans sometimes has to stay with the crazy Americans, especially since the American got the craziest!
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| Me and the birthday girl, Little Miss Champagne. |
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