Like I said after the game, the sun finally came out. Took the picture above which was on the corner of my hotel. Went out to celebrate the game and the day by getting dinner and getting hammered along Earls Court again. Unlike last night I actually planned on eating dinner, so after a few beers, I went to this curry place across the street from where I was. The whole week leading up to my trip, guys at the pub, Simon specifically, insisted I had to get curry, even though I've never liked it. I got the most plain thing I saw, took two bites and was already walking to the McDonalds across the street. I don't get how people like that taste, whatever it is.
Ate my McDonalds (they had mozzarella sticks there, insane) on the curb out and while I'm out there I see some chick in a dirty wedding dress and a few other girls in Chelsea jersey's walk into the Prince of Teck. Thought it was weird till I remembered that during half time of the game, some chick got a big shout out for having her "hen party" at The Bridge for the game. Went in the bar and walked up to their table to confirm it was them I saw and was greeted with literally the thickest Irish accents I've ever heard in my life. Like Margret Schroeder on steroids: "Aye! Was uss, yew were at the match? Focking let me buy yew a draink!". They ended up buying me all of mine for the rest of the night pretty much. They met up with some other friends and the night turned into a shit show in a hurry. Never seen women drink like this before. They were just pillaging booze, I admittedly could barely keep up. I knew things were at a tipping point when one of the older guys who met us started getting into a sing off with a group of Belgian high school girls who responded with an All Blacks style war chant
I also got a picture of me and the woman of the hour even she was not thrilled with me for taking the pic, for obvious reasons. You can imagine how much better I thought we looked in this picture after 10 pints (at least I think I still look good. In fairness to her she was really.. nice, full of team spirit...{searched forever for a Jimmy McNulty line and couldn't find it, im determined to, but this will do for now}),.
After the bar closed, we went out looking for another place but since it was a Sunday, almost every where was close except the Mango Lounge, but you had to pay an £15 cover..pass. So back up plan was going to Burger King and as we're walking I smell someone blazing. One of the girls and I look over towards the curb, guy is on his phone smoking a J like no big deal. We go up to him and I ask if he's holding and he just puts a little bud in my hand, laughs and walks off. Before I can even look to the girl I was with to high five, she's already pulling out a cigarette and says "roll it". Yes m'am. Walking back to their hotel, the chick and I (I keep calling her "chick" cause I got absolutely no clue what her name was) sit on the stoop of a building down the block. Completely forgetting that there was tobacco in it, I power puff this thing twice and immediately realize I'm not standing up straight and about to tip over. We passed it a couple more times till she said "I don't know which my hotel is" and I ended the night after. Walked her to what she claimed was the hotel and walked back to my own hotel, well stumbled back. First Chelsea game day in the books and one of the best days of my life.
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