Sweeties, Pies and Ginger

While on the flying visit to Scotland at the weekend I went out on the lash on Saturday night with a few of my friends. I met them in some sports bar near Waverley station where I necked the evenings first pint of 80/-. We then made our way to the Grassmarket and headed for the beer garden at the Beehive, where some more 80/- was consumed.

While sitting in the beer garden it became apparent that there were quite a few hen parties out and about. We must have seen upwards of 10 groups in the various venues we went to, I've never seen that many in one night before. Bunny girls (x3), Pink ladies, Men + Cocks (that's what they had on their t-shirts), Sashes (x3), L plates and even one bunch with rat noses and ears (very bizarre).

After the Beehive we headed into the Cowgate; this is an area where we used to drink over ten years ago, my it's changed. We started off in the massive Three Sisters, this pub is massive and it's been really busy both time I've been to it. I'm not a big fan of it as they don't do any decent beer and you have to queue to have a slash, simply outrageous!

So we headed off over the road to another place whose name I can't pronounce and certainly can't spell. We stayed there for a bit but it was a bit pants so we left tot go to Espionage. This place is split over five floors and has one club and four bars, it's huge; it was also free to get in which was pretty cool too.

I'm not quite sure how long we were there for, but I was well pissed when we left. We managed to get a taxi from Waverley Bridge and he dropped me off at Dalgety Bay before taking the others up to Dunfermline. I eventually stumbled into bed just before four o'clock and passed out pretty much straight away.

Yesterday was interesting as I hadn't had that much sleep and I'd had way too much to drink. I don't think having 80/-, Guinness and vodka was the best of plans, I felt really, really rough. I made it home in one piece and after dinner soaked for a bit in the bath. I'm still feeling a bit muggy today, so I hate to think what I'll end up like on my Stag night in a month or so's time...