Even though I have been able to legally go out and party for a year and a half now, this weekend was the first time that I have ventured to London to go out out. With the big city only being about an hour and a half away from where I live, we headed down on Friday evening to start the weekend celebrations for my friend Ellie’s birthday.
We stayed in a Premier Inn in Tower Hill, just down from the Tower of London and the Shard. The hotel was probably the swankiest Premier Inn I’d ever stayed in; all the lights were control by panels, there were electric blinds, TV’s that had your names on, and free unlimited teas and coffees from the cafe, which was just perfect. After checking into our very swish, modern rooms, we sat all together having some pre drinks, listening to music and playing all sorts of drinking games, as if we were all at some sort off university party. When you’re in London you just believe that you can wander out onto the streets and the most amazing club/bar will be just around the corner, but when that plan fails you just wander round asking anyone you find, where is the best place to go. So after getting lots of different recommendations we took a taxi to Farringdon, to see if we could find somewhere to dance. I don’t actually know the name of the place we went to, but we had an awesome night, even if a round of drinks was £44!
On the Saturday, when we finally managed to get out of bed after a very late night, we headed down the road to the local Wetherspoons, to get some food before starting our first day in London. We wandered down towards the Tower of London and walked over Tower Bridge, the whole time the boys were glued to Pokemon Go and we had to guide them through all the people. Once safely on the other side of the bridge, we walked down the Thames to Browns for some cocktails along the water.
After our drinks we resumed our tourist identities and made our way to see Buckingham Palace. Ellie had never been to see it before, so we joined the crowd outside the gates and snapped away at our cameras, imagining what we would do if we lived there. The rest of the day was spent walking through Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly and Regent Street; stopping there to gawp at the Michael Kors and Brandy Melville shops, before heading back to the hotel, with a Subway, to relax our weary feet ready for the night ahead.
Saturday night was mostly spent on and off of tubes, walking round London, trying to find a club called Fabric, that had been recommended to us. By the time we eventually made it there, half the night had gone and we were all so tired we didn’t stay there long. Everyone we had talked to had said it was the best place in London, non of us really liked it. The entry price per person was an extortionate £22, and with each drink being £10 each we didn’t really rate it. I know London is expensive and I would have been happy to pay it if there was good music and it was a good night out, but it really failed to meet any decent standards. So if anyone ever says to go there, I would advise not to. After all that we ended up in the same place as the night before, trying to salvage the evening!
We weren’t up for much the next day, so we decided to take a leisurely wander around Covent Garden, have a drink, and then head home. All in all it was a brilliant weekend away, with some of my favourite people, even though we spent most of the time completely clueless as to where we were going.
But as the saying goes, ‘it’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey’ and that statement definitely summed up our adventures.