February 10th

After a full workweek, I couldn’t wait for the weekend to come. When 5 o’clock rolled around on Friday, I practically jumped out of my desk. I came back to my apartment, changed out of my suit and tie, and hit the gym to let off some steam. Later that night, my friends Pierce and Joe (from the Amsterdam trip) came to a pregame we hosted, and then we all went to a pub called Rocket by King’s Cross Station.

This particular pub had a long bar on one side with tables and booths. There was also a backroom with more tables and a dance floor. We grabbed some drinks and then sat at a few tables in the back. At the start of the night, the dance floor was mostly empty. To try and get more people to come out, the DJ announced that there would be a dance off to anyone who wanted to participate, with the winner getting a free drink. Hearing the announcement, I evacuated my seat and summoned myself to the dance floor. After bobbing and weaving all over the floor, as well as a generous amount of pelvic thrusts, I was sipping on a free Jagar Bomb courtesy of the DJ. After that, the pub picked up drastically and it ended up being a really fun night. On our walk to the bus stop, I passed a McDonalds. I know what you’re thinking, I had the drunken munchies and I needed late night fast food (Ok, you’re right). But I also had to get McDonald’s in the UK as part of my studying abroad experience, so let’s just say I killed two birds with one stone.

That's me holding my free drink..