2000 and 7

To ring in the New Year in proper Londinium style, I went to The Winchester in Islington, near Angel, with Ms Ryan and Mr S David, where we met up with one Mr Dursi, whom I am told was the valedictorian for my class at McGill, and his posse. We went early to secure a table, then skulked off halfway through to have a late supper, then skulked back. Drinks were consumed (Harvey Wallbangers for me in honour of Nana Vera; gin & tonic for David, who had only recently discovered its powers; amaretto sours for AR, who inexplicably was ok with drinking something involving raw egg whites). Dancing was danced. My New Year's kiss was Dave. Or was it AR? It was definitely both. Some ginger fellow tried to pick me up using the line "you like exhausted and bored." I then let him believe David was my boyfriend. Home on the tube at 3:30, crowded with revellers. AR had an in-depth discussion about nail polish and punk rock, Dave and I were serenaded in Hindu. Welcome to the new year.