For the first time in months i went out yesterday for a few cold ones in town with Ricky and Kat. Kat in rather unusual move had a dog (Cleo) and a rather lovely Autralian lass in tow (Chloe, ex flatmate of Kat’s from when she lived in Sydney, over for a few weeks holiday).
It was quite a nice afternoon/evening sitting outside Tiles in St Andrews square and a few bars on Rose Street having a few beers and Chloe drinking her way through the bars non-alcoholic selection (sorry australian….on holiday….not drinking…..i don’t understand what happened to that great autralian beer swilling cultural stereotype eh???? its just not right I tell you …).
Having Cleo with us was a mixture of curse and a blessing in some ways. Half the bars we tried wouldn’t let Cleo even sit outside – but she was incredibly handy when it came to the tables of drunk hen party girls who all wanted to stroke and clap … and no we didn’t mention that Cleo had been rolling around in shit up on Arthurs Seat – that would’ve just been impolite 🙂
So walking to the bus stop with Ricky after we’ve dropped off the girls theres the obligatory conversation about how Ricky thought he was in there with Chloe but he didn’t want to ‘cos she was Kat’s friend and she was flying to London tomorrow … yes of course she wasn’t just being friendly … and yes of course all afternoon of drinking just makes you even more irrestable to women … especially sober ones