The Europa was jammed with festive season revellers. I felt decidedly underdressed. Even the security staff wear bow ties. Now there’s a bit of class.
So the Dude and the Chick check in and we head to the Crown. Packed! Off to Brennan’s. I am feeling extremely unwell from running round Belfast looking for a master locksmith in the bitter cold and having fainting spells. Barf in a beer glass. How embarrassing?! Only yours truly madly could come up (excuse the pun) with that one.
As soon as I’ve recovered we hit the Piano Bar. Packed! We squeeze in anyway.
Then it’s time to go clubbing. I arrived by train earlier in the day and did some shopping. Decided I needed to go to the Kremlin in style. HaHaHa
I stepped out of the lift wearing a studded collar and diamante lead. Whip in hand. Andrew, who was manning the reception desk, is now in therapy. The mates pretended they didn’t know me. (As if they would.) But shocked they were. I like to surprise my peeps.
We went to the Union first where there was a disco with my kind of music. There really was a party atmosphere and I loved it. Seeing everyone happy and friendly and enjoying themselves was a real treat in these dark days. I couldn’t stop staring in awe at the Liz Taylor lookalike behind the bar.
I had my picture taken sitting on a throne in the Kremlin. That makes two thrones in one weekend but thankfully only one photo.
The Union and Kremlin are absolutely brilliant venues for a great night out. Brace yourself for the exit from the latter. In my opinion the security staff are a tad heavy handed, especially with a crowd of fun loving, non-aggressive patrons. Apparently the club have to abide by the law and turf everyone out on the street to roam about. Outside any well attended venue there was a “chip van” and it’s just the ticket for hungry hounds.
We roll into the Europa around 4.00am. Shoot the breeze and eat our chips. I’m not one to tell tales out of school … ok I am! The ole doll was the only one surfaced for breakfast and then went on a recce. I bought the best looking steaks I’ve ever seen and some Stinking Bishop cheese at St Georges market. The cheese is well named. Even double wrapped you could smell it from 20 feet. Tasty though.
THE CAKE
I ordered the Dudes birthday cake weeks ago and (as I do) forgot the pickup time. M&S weren’t open so I walked back to the Europa via the scenic (wrong) route.
By the time I got there I was foundered to the bone and had to have my second bath of the day. At least I’m squeaky clean.
Off I sneak again this time in a taxi and grab the cake and get Stephen in the Causerie to stash it for later.
To cut a very long story short … it looked as if we wouldn’t be eating in the restaurant so I sneaked off again, grabbed the cake and hide it in my wardrobe. The intention was to produce it in the Piano Bar. Change of plan. Off I go again and return the cake to the Causerie. I don’t think a birthday cake has ever seen so much action. As for me … if I never see another one it will be too soon!
It was great craic and sure what would I write about if my life was dull 24/7?
Every bone and muscle in my body aches. No pain no gain they say. Well I gained enough to last until New Year 2012. I would do it all again tomorrow though.
The Continental market is unbelievable and I thoroughly recommend it. We only had half an hour there because we went to see The Little Prince at The Lyric. Strange and confusing story but a great show all the same.
Thanks for a great weekend one and all. Merry Christmas. Mx
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