Tall, Dark and Handsome

Yesterday I had the privilege of meeting Meredith Allison for lunch and shopping. For those of you from Rhodes, you know her. For those of you in my family, she went to Rhodes and was a Tri Delta. We ate at a wonderful little cafe on the Royal Mile called Always Sunday. She had soup and salad (why she is a toothpick), and I had the special. It was a croissant filled with parma ham (not exactly sure what that is), mozzarella, and some sort of vegetable mixture. Very good! It was a beautiful day and not too cold. I actually was able to walk about with just a sweater.

Last night about 10 of us went to a club called Lulu which has a light up dance floor. It is in the basement of the Tigerlily hotel which is a super swanky boutique hotel on George Street. This is the street where you go if you want to spend $2000 for a handbag. So we had seen on their website that if you get there before 11 there is no cover. We pretty much walked as fast as we could in order to make that time frame. I carried my heels and wore flats (they were stored with my jacket at coat check). I was NOT about to go in a posh club wearing flat shoes. I even wore Skinny Jeans! Anyway, we stood in the queue for probably like 15 minutes. After we got in it was extremely crowded with middle aged people, and we couldn't find the light up dance floor we were anxiously anticipating. I finally asked one of the bouncers where the dance floor was, he quickly informed me we had stood in the wrong queue. I mean really?? By now it is after 11 so we the cover was 7 pound...sad. We made it to the correct queue only to have to stand in that one for 15 more minutes.



While standing in the queue we met a bunch of Kiwis here for the Scotland vs. New Zealand rugby match today. They live in London, but they still have thick New Zealand accents which are even harder to understand while in a club. And note to those of you who are single, move to New Zealand. They grow them tall, dark and handsome. Holy cow, every guy in that group was at least cute. Some were gorgeous, and some were hot. Two of the guys had on the exact same shirt. I am not shitting you. I literally almost peed on myself laughing. Unfortunately they kept standing next to each other, so it was even more obvious.

While in Lulu we also had the pleasure, and I use that term loosely, of being surrounded by some guys on the Scotland rugby team. Can you say douche bags? I mean really is it necessary to walk your no-necked self and your anorexic hooker onto the dance floor whilst forcefully pushing others out of the way? And yes, the dress code does apply to them too even though they tried hard to wear their sneakers inside. They look like they take steroids morning, noon and night. Gross is all I have to say! And too bad they are going to get their arses handed to them tonight by New Zealand.

But I do plan on visiting New Zealand in the near future for the sake of nice eye candy. It is only a 26 hour flight from here. haha