Wierdest night ever...
So, I went to Claridge's Bar (swanky art deco very expensive hotel) with my friend Alexis for a drink and to catch up - bar was full, so we ended up sharing a table with this Aussie guy Nathan, who was actually quite nice - he's a commodities trader and we ended up discussing everything from nuclear energy to poltiics to Russian history over the next two hours - it was hour three that got particularly weird. He'd gone to the restroom and came back with his new friend "Cody, I'm a male model", a very gay guy from New York via L.A. and his hometown of Salt Lake City. He studied marine biology, was in town for a friend's art show, had shaved his chest for "fashion week" and had written five children's books that are about to be published. Qua? The boys talked about shaving for a bit, then Nathan, the trader, launched into a story about how he had been stabbed in the neck two months ago on a street nearby (In Mayfair) and then a cop caught the guy while running away and Nathan's Brazillian girlfriend had jumped the guy and then the cop back on the scene - bad guy got away, Nathan ends up in hospital with potentially fatal stab wound and girlfriend is now headed for trail and potential deportation. Male Model Cody gets bored with the shift in attention and Alexis's mom's drunk friend Sheila turns up and distraction ensues. Cody leaves and Nathan and Alexis then discuss crime and money. It is a wierd night - ultimately, Nathan the trader insists on paying our tab (Lex and I must have had GBP 100 to drink - not a cheap bar) and then shoves 20 quid in my hand for the taxi home, despite protests. I now feel like Holly Golightly.
This is easily my most random night in London since pole dancing at a gay bar in Soho to Gwen Stefani... is it perhaps a sign that I should stay??? Gay mormon male model marine biologists who write children's books? Bullshit? Absolutely! Fucking hilarious and absurd? You betcha!
I am stumped. Perhaps I should put my future to a poll... this is where I'm getting to... life can be a trip sometimes. And it's a much more interesting ride with 6 Vanillatinis in you.
