First there is Johanna--my fellow grad student, miss El Savador, crazy mamma booty shakin' 24-7
And then we have Christi--sunshine in a 20 year-old body, southern and sweet, always a positive force
When Thursday finally came around the three of us decided we needed a night out on the town. Donning extra make up and dancin' shoes, we headed to Piccadily Circus to hang out with another group of GMU students.
On our way there, Johanna spotted a beautiful man wearing a blue, pinstripe suit leaning against the side door of the tube. She admired his face, but got the shock of her life as he turned around with unzipped pants revealing his *****...well, you know.
Lucky for me, OR NOT,
As we exited the station, we found ourselves in the middle London's Time Square. We tried reaching Jessica to see where the other GMU folks were hanging out. Our destination: O'Neill's.
An hour later, after asking four people which way O'Neill's, we kept walking in cirlces from Piccadily to Leicester Square and back with no sign of our destination. Instead, Christi found some ice cream she liked back at a grab-a-bite type place. She wouldn't buy it though because it was too expensive.
We try to find another place--a lounge that we can hang in, but all we find are loud clubs. Accosted several times by raunchy club employees with the prime question "Are you ladies looking for a club?", we finally decide we'd rather just grab something to eat, but almost everything else was closed. Since nothing was open, but the grab-a-bite place we went back to the first one that we found where Christi refused the ice cream.
The three Indian Men were delighted to see us again. The owner speaks in Hindi to me asking me to get my friends to try Indian food. I'm dying for a Samosa so I bought one, but Christi and Johanna wanted ice cream. They negotiated a lower price and happily ate
. Right then we decided to take pictures. The owner gets excited and joins us in the picture. He puts his arm around Christi and Johanna, but then awkwardly places his hand on Johanna's face. Johanna is freaking out, I'm also wondering what the hell is going on. He's looking strangely at her as if he's never seen or touched a woman before. Not amused, we get as far away as possible from these randy Indian Men.Our next challenge: finding a way home. The tube is closed, but a nice, old Asian man directs us the the 73 night bus. After another hour, we get home safe and sound wondering if O'Neill's exists.
Word of the day: randy...read the blog...nuff said.
2 comments:
Oh dear! I feel it is my obligation to give you directions to O'Neills, as I told you it was my favorite place. First off, it is right next to the Chinatown area. If you're in the middle of Leicester Square, go straight (like you're going towards Piccadilly Circus). At the first street you come to, you'll see a Planet Hollywood in front of you and Piccadilly Circus. Turn right at that street, there should be *I think* a big gift shop on your right (a blue building). Go down the street and you'll see O'Neills on your left hand side, it's also a blue building. It's seriously smack in the middle of Piccadilly Circus and Leicester Square. Ahhh I'll be so jealous when you go there, let me know if a guy named Joe still DJs there.
I'm so glad you have this blog, Pooja! I'm going to love reading about your adventures there, it sounds like you're already having a great time. Oh, and those Indian men at the stores are seriously sketchy.
hello dear flatmate! I read your blog finally :) Makes me laugh. I'm so excited for the walks we get to go on in the future and for exploring new places together. Get excited for Bath this weekend!!
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