I really don’t like peeing with gloved hands. There’s something oddly discomforting about having to unzip, steady, and rezip without the use of your uncovered digits. It’s someone else is helping you out with a mundane, very routine task. No thanks, gloved hands, no thanks.
Guess what? Chicken butt! But really, I have some pictures of Sloane Square lights finally. I suppose I talk about the area enough that it might warrant some discussion. So, Sloane Square. Right. Well, as you should be aware, my Residence Hall is on Manresa Road and King’s Road, an intersection that gives students and visitors of the Chelsea area more than enough access to all of the hottest attractions in the area and just outside of it. As you walk down King’s Road: you eventually pass Duke of York Square and get to Sloane Square. Basically, Sloane Square is a department store paradise. I have never been inside any of them, but I hear they’re pretty much the shit. Whatever, no time for that. Especially when Hugo Boss is next to it, distracting me with photos of Natalia Vodianova. There’s a model, folks. There’s a model.
I don’t really know why I am so obsessed with Sloane Square; I just love the area for all that it has to offer me. The biggest attraction is of course The Royal Court Theatre, but I’ve already talked about its wonderfulness.Okay, so gushing over. Time to tell you a little story about Tuesday night, I really hope you’ll appreciate it. So, last evening, we had made plans to go to the well reviewed and immensely popular War Horse. I looked up the theatre and the location of the nearest tube station and we left at around 6:00: plenty of time to get to the show and buy tickets.
Well, things do not always go as planned. We got to Holborn and went off to Drury Lane. Oh by the way, by ‘we’ I mean Steve, Izzy, and I. We met Ben and tried to meet Jamie at the station. Unfortunately, Jamez got confused as to what our plan was and hopped on the wrong train and we ended up getting separated. It turned out not to be that big of a deal though because, guess what(!), we didn’t end of going to the show! We wandered around Drury Lane for about fifteen minutes and got totally confused. We did see Onasis, Oliver!, and Dirty Dancing: The Musical though. None of which were War Horse—obvs.
Anyway, after we wandered around forever, we decided that, HEY! We should just go get ourselves to a pub and drink ourselves silly. Well, not silly, but definitely enjoy a drink or two together. We attempted the Cheshire Cheese, the place that has been around since the mid 19th Century and famously noted as the place Charles Dickens penned many a page. Pretty cool, yeah! I like to think that someday a pub will be happy to tell guests that Josh Plattner once sat at this booth and wrote his famous novella, play, children’s book, and number one selling fiction! Ha! We can all dream, right? 
Like I said, we attempted. It was slammed, wacked out busy. Wah wah. So we wandered some more. Eventually we found our way to the beautiful Blackfriar and sat down in the back. We had Gin and Tonics all around, sans Izzy who tried a new beer. Something about a white horse…whatever. It was just bad Guinness. Suddenly, we were all a little buzzed and food sounded delicious! Izzy and I split a sandwich and chips while Ben and Steve each ordered Fish and Chips—the local favorite, of course. Another round of drinks came, too. We talked about the economics of death, the disaster of religion, some very touching, personal stories about spirituality and paranormal activity, and a great deal about heaven and hell. Of course, there was some harmless joking involved, most of which was directed at Steve and Ben. They take it so well those two; such great sports and great human beings. 
We left the pub a little dizzy and walked out to the Millennium Bridge. What a beautiful place, huh? We walked across the bridge and walked on over to London Bridge tube station. We got off at Sloane Square and suddenly we were right back where the day started.
I commented, along with Ben, Izzy, and Steve that last night was one of the finer nights we’ve had in a long time, maybe even all semester. It’s never a bummer to be reminded that even with such little time left, there is plenty of room for more memories to be made.
Cheers.
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