That’s Stella

Ouch! Oh! The pain! My head is pounding…! For awhile there I thought I was old enough to know how much I could drink without having a massive hangover. But alas, I was wrong. So, so wrong.

For the last few months my friends and I have been anything but on the social side. We always pike out of a great Saturday night and end up doing the ever predictable dinner, movies and late night coffee combo. Sure it’s always chilled out and pleasant, but I always feel like we’re shutting ourselves from the rest of the world. So lately, all of us have been making an effort to get out there.

Last weekend my girlfriends and I went to Waga’s for dinner then The Vic to, let’s be honest here, check out the scenery. It was sorely disappointing. London and I went there for our first date many, many, many months ago and in my own fantasy world I was hoping there would be more London’s there, but he would never have used any of the poor pick up lines that the guys we attracted used. A couple of my girlfriends are a little harsh and will blow off a guy even if they’re attractive just to play hard to get, but I generally like to have a friendly chat to anyone who makes an effort with a nice beeline. But there weren’t too many of them. There were some bad, bad, bad pickup lines. I can’t speak for all women, but I wish guys would know that all it takes is a “Hi - I’m Richard. How are you?” to start up a conversation.

So last night (to keep up the new social us) we headed to the Belgian Beer Cafe Westende and had tasting trays and frites with yummy Belgian mayonnaise and continued to meet great folks and have awesome conversation and partook in a bit of networking. (I heart networking - can you tell I’m in business?). My favourite beers were Hoegaarden and Belle-vue Kriek (a cherry beer). I did NOT fancy Leffe which had this strong coffee aftertaste. During the night I noticed some people reading the measurements on the side of their glasses and I kinda had a giggle at how meticulous they were being, but seems the joke is on me because I forgot just how much alcohol is in Belgian beers - a LOT! And now this morning I am paying for it whilst they’re probably out and about enjoying their Sunday.

Next weekend we’re hitting The Manor and Bar Open with a few of the folks we met last night. (Oh and one is a cute Brit! How fun!)