So this past Saturday, Lynn and I ventured out to Chelmsford to do a little shopping and clubhopping. Lynn and I were going to meet up with 3 of the American girls that were placed in a different area, but that was not going to happen until later on that evening. Lynn, unfortunately was feeling sick and damn near cancelled on me and the other Americans, which almost meant that I would have to make trek to Chelmsford (30-45 minutes away) by myself. Oh no, I was not going to let that happen. Lynn was given a good pep talk and pumped herself full on non-drowsy flu medication and away we went.
We spent roughly 4 hours shopping in the town centre. We got Lynn's whole outfit, minus her undies, and I was able to find a jacket (I forgot mine at home), a cute top and some jewerly. The problem we ran into was trying to figure out where to change clothes. We opted for the car, since town centre start closing around 5p and the parking garage was nearly empty. Lynn sat in front seat, while I tried to maintain my modesty in the back seat. We would have been just fine, if the owner of the only car in our area did not take his precious time checking out what we were doing instead of driving the hell off. Lynn accidently teased him while pulling off her pants; unbeknownst to her, he had just walked up the stairs. So our perv hung around to see if more clothes would be separated from our bodies. Eventually he left, but I was ready to knock him upside his head with one of my boots (of course, after I got my britches on).
Once properly attired we met up with Becky, Leanne and Bonnie and ate at a tapas restaurant. It was supposedly expected to taste Mexican, but came off in the typical British fashion...bland. Two pitchers of sangria later, we were off to the first of 2 pubs. At Lloyds we met up with Matt (co-worker) and Matthew. Now Matthew is a guy that works in a different department, but has been flirting with Ms. Lynn throughout the week. So this was going to be their big night out. Matt and Matthew do not know each other so they brought at least 4 blokes a piece to keep 5 poor little American women company. (for all you slow counters, our group grew to about 15)
From Lloyds, we moved on to Edwards and when I say that place was crowded...we had to hold hands just to not lose each other, luckily we found two free couches. Throughout the night I was antagonizing one of Matt's friends about his dancing ability. I did not think he could and I wanted him to prove me wrong. Well, he thought that he could do a little reverse psychology and that I would timidly back off. Not me! I decided to create my own dance floor, by dancing on a table. I dropped it like it was hot about three times, before I spotted a security guard approaching. I quickly sat down, but not before noticing that all eyes were on me. Oops...what happened to being shy.
Back on the couch, I was able to pay close attention to the women in my group. Lynn stayed wrapped around Matthew like he was the best thing since British bacon (which is sooo delicious). Bonnie looked sad...probably thinking about her fiancee in the States. Becky was laid back, but obviously relishing in the night to come with her flatmate, who she says is so hot that I need to come over and watch him cook naked. Leanne, like a true New Yorker was working the crowd of men nearby.
The last stop of the night was Dukes nightclub. On the way, we lost Lynn for a bit while she played tongue hockey with Matthew. I, while in Dukes, set my sights on one of Matt's friends. He was sweet, funny, and a cute dancer. I did not realize how reserved he was until we started talking. Leave it up to me to have a bit of tongue wrestling with my reserved British bloke. Yup, yup I created my own makeout area for all of 2 minutes, before I came back to my senses. I was not about to give anyone a show. I leave that up to others.
Bonnie, Leanne, and Becky ended up calling it a night around 2am. Lynn and I, being the troopers that we are, stayed until the club closed at 3am. We decided to spend the night and Matt's house, since Matthew pulled an MIA on Lynn. Me and my bloke were arm locked walking back to the car. He took my number and plans to call me when he gets back from holiday. Cool shite! Getting to Matt's became problematic since neither Lynn nor I were capable of driving and my bloke (designated driver) only had so much room in his. Matt, who is short, took it upon himself to fit in the boot (trunk) of the car. I could not stop laughing and Matt did not help by calling my name and banging on the inside of the boot, while my bloke was driving.
Cheers to Chelmsford...where to next weekend? Hell, if I know.
