Its Raining Men

My favorite nights are the ones that you don't expect anything crazy to happen, and then you end up having the most fun ever.  So this past week was really stressful.  Now that I'm the only person in my department its been absolutely crazy.  I've taken over accounts from my former colleague and getting caught up on all of them has been difficult.  On top of that, I've been fighting with the UK government, my banks, and my company's lawyer to get my visa sorted out.  I finally submitted everything on Friday and, as much as it sucks that I can't go home for Easter, I was really relieved to get it taken care of.  Needless to say I was looking forward to the weekend. 

Friday a few of my friends came over my apartment (the first time I've hosted people, so it made me very happy!).  We hung out here for a while and then headed to a bar in Shepherd's Bush.  After fighting with the DJ (I tried to get him to play some Rick Springfield or Bon Jovi or Pat Benetar to which he responded, "Look I'm not going to play that.  You're not in America anymore ok love?" HOW RUDE!!  I said last time I checked Michael Jackson was American and you just played him, but whatever its cool.  Go back the music that had people sitting down.), we had a few drinks there and then headed back to my friends house to watch Notting Hill.  Before I knew it, it was waaay past my bedtime so I headed home.  

Saturday I was meeting a few of the girls in Chelsea to go shopping.  We hit a few a stores, but then it started raining and we decided that we should pop into a pub for a drink.  We find one, The Queen's Head, down a side street which we thought would be perfect and not too crowded.  We walk in the door and as soon as we step in all the men sitting in the pub start shouting "GIRLS?! NO!! Go to the other side!"  We immediately run out, mortified, and confused.  We figure out this might be a gay bar judging from the lack of women, their reaction to us, and the rainbows all over the outside.  We walk to the other side and sit down (a mix of men and women in this section).  So we get some drinks.  A verrry drunk guy came over after figuring out we were American and told us that Americans, with our Velveta cheese and movies and hotdogs, are ruining the world.  We need to abandom our American ways and join the Indie movement.  Yeah, it was a little confusing to us too.  He left, but all that talk about Velveta cheese really made us hungry for some nachos, so we got them and some fries (we were glad our judgey friend wasn't there to see this).  

After round 2 or 3 the bartender tells us we need to move tables because he's about to set up the Karaoke stage there.  YESSSSS.  We clearly can't miss this.  We make it to the kick off of Karaoke where Jivin' Julie is mc'ing.  Jivin' Julie is about 92 years old, rocking a florescent pink shirt, and actually has a decent voice.  She encourages us to get up there.  After the cutest old man in the world sang a few songs (in English and Italian) to his bf, and a Frank Sinatra wanna be go up there, we decided it was our turn.  Hillary was doing lead vocals to "Turn around"- Old School style.  Sio, Cam, Brelly (who I think was the only straight guy in the bar) and I do back ups.  The crowd loved us.  By our second song though, Summer Loving, they had grown tired of us.  Especially after we were bouncing on the stage so much that the song kept skipping.  Julie was over us too I think.  So we hopped off stage and mixed and mingled with our new friends laughing and having a great time.