Ballet then a 'drink'

Being a long, thin, beanpole like person, Suzi is of course a ballerina. So Megan and I took ourselves along to her show in the Mitchell Theater to show our support and secretly hope for people to fall over.

The ballet was lovely and Suzi was great in her cheeky little black tutu. Feeling sufficiently cultured, Megan and I decided to go for a post ballet drink, so we trotted off to Bath Street and went to Lucky 7, a canteen and bar, eclectically decorated with globes, maps, chesterfields and with lots of cosy nooks to sit in.



We perched in a comfy window seat with a bottle of red wine, only £13 for the house bottle!





I wore my current favourite alphabet shirt (see previous post), with a chain necklace and high waisted Joni jeans from Topshop.

Making the excequitive decision to commence bottle number two, the night escalated and we went through to the adjoining Flat 0/1, a ridiculously hipster club which poses as a house party, with wallpaper, beds and scruffy furniture of which you would find in an 80's terrace house.

Long story short, we got awfully drunk, Megan got her coat stolen, we went and harassed our respective boys, then I woke up to a voice mail from the police.
Ballet gone bad.

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