wild weekend in edinburgh

wow,... edinburgh nightlife hit me with a bang this weekend. everything looked tame when I got to Baraka and found little Miss C making knitting a scarf and joined in to help her finish it. But, that grandmotherly start to the weekend was certainly no sign of things to come.

We took advantage of cheap drinks offers, mated with our general enthusiasm for the time of the week, and became very jolly and silly indeed. From Baraka we went to Opium (following a little detour via City Cafe, where we couldn't get in cos one of our party was too drunk!). Opium is a rock bar, so we had to get down and dirty with all the other revellers. In sharp contrast to her sedate knitter mode, Ms C became an animal - biting people left right and centre, including a poor 18 year old architect from my course, who didn't know what hit him. News of this spread around college like wild fire and now I seem to be known for having the whackiest friends.

After meeting a small band of Shetlanders in Opium we moved on, probably to find food, but we stumbled instead upon an irish pub that none of us had ever seen before. So, we ventured in, thinking it might be some sort of strange portal to another world occupied by leprachauns. What did we find? Yet more Shetlanders,.... in abundance! Live music was still blaring loudly, so we danced that off in style (with Magners in hand) until it was time to leave there too.

By this time fast food establishments were drawing down their shutters and we were hungry. We wandered kinda aimlessly (losing more and more of our party) until we came upon a dapper young man in an elegant suit (which was what caught our eyes). Moments later we were sipping a nice red wine in his flat, which just happened to be nearby. Oh what a pleasant, if slightly unusual ending to what was a rather bizarre night.

(PS,... there is masses of stuff that I can't possibly write about here. So, you'll just have to use your imagination and read between some of the lines, somewhere)

Saturday was mostly spent in bed until it was time to meet the motly crew for drinks again,... this time in the convivial surroundings of Cafe Royal. Dearest A from Cambridge was up, which was a delight. And we enjoyed a humourous evening of talking utter bollocks. It would have been a nice pilot for my new TV Show, "Bringing Out the Bollocks in You"... a nonsense-speak chat-show, hosted by yours truly.

Sunday was the healthy part of the weekend (apart from the wine with lunch and the pint with dinner). A nice day trip out to N Berwick to stroll around by the sea and take in the country air.

Mmmm,... its nice to be back in Scotland!!!