Dance, Monkeys, Dance appears to me to be one of the best summaries of the human condition I’ve ever had the good fortune to come across.
On Saturday there, I went into Liverpool to meet Graeme, Lisa, and Simon to watch the football and have a few drinks. We started off at a shady old man’s pub for a quick one, before heading down to a new-ish sports bar in the regenerated area of the town center.
The sports bar was very similar to the one I frequent in London with Cousin Iain, so I think it’s part of the same franchise. Anyhow, it was mega crowded – leading to immediate thoughts that we’d be better served elsewhere. Literally – it took Simon a good ten minutes to get the first round in and he’s not the kind of person who goes unnoticed at the bar.
Graeme, Lisa and Simon headed off to find somewhere quieter, while I opted to hang around with oirish Gavin who we’d met there. As Simon had noted, it actually was a good atmosphere for watching football, but after they’d left the place continued to get more crowded and I was glad to go and join the rest of the gang in a quieter pub at half time in the match.
The match over and done with we went to Pizza Express for some very tasty pizza’s and a couple of bottles of surprisingly good house white. We were in the restaurant for quite some time, finishing off the wine, so when we left Simon decided to call it a day, while the rest of us went off to meet Gavin in Flanigan’s Apple. We had one drink there, before heading to a bar called Revolution, a trendy new-ish place that replaced the previously trendy Bluu Bar, to meet Tom.
It was quite a nice place and we got a seat around a table after not too long, which kind of camped us there for the rest of the evening. Truth being told, I had probably had enough to drink by the time we got there, so several hours later when we left I was pretty well sloshed. Graeme and Lisa left at that point and I headed off with Gavin, who had offered to put me up for the night to save me an expensive trip home.
With Fliss being away for the last week I’ve been fending for myself and enjoying the, albeit limited, run of the house. To be honest I haven’t really done too much of note – played some games, watched some football, tried to clear the dirty washing backlog – stuff like that. There have been no hedonistic parties or drunken debauchery befitting of a week of freedom. Maybe I’m just getting more boring in my old age.
Although it’s nice to have a break, I’m looking forward to having them back tomorrow night. I’m hoping Elisha will remember who I am and that Fliss doesn’t find too much wrong when she inspects my, probably, poor attempt at tidying the house for her return.