Santa’s a Whore!
We made it! Cindy and I had an uneventful trip home, including a fantastic night in London. After our three and a half hour train and tube journey to our hotel, we simply dropped off our bags and headed out into the city for the night. We first headed to Hyde Park where the Winter Wonderland fair was going on. We fought the crowds and took a small break for some mulled wine before heading deeper into the city. On our way out of the park, we asked a Bobby for directions to Covent Gardens, where we were meeting Kathy and Ollie for dinner. He looked at us like we were crazy to want to walk there from the park because of the distance, but it only ended up being a 40 minute trek, and that includes a stop at Buckingham Palace that was on the way.
Once at Covent Gardens, we walked around and took a look at the shops and buskers as we were a little early for dinner. Kathy and Ollie then found us and we headed to Tamarai for a fantastic dinner. The green curry chicken was to die for, and I highly recommend the GIANT prawns for an appetizer! They were like lobster tails! Not only was the food amazing, but the ambiance and music hit the right notes as well. Once the stuffing ourselves of Thai food and wine was compelte, we headed back out into the streets in search of an after dinner drink, where the whoring began…
We journeyed back towards Covent Gardens in search of a pub, but the first one we walked into smelled, and not of the holiday spirit we were looking for. We then found a small pub that wasn’t too crowded and had a less pungent smell, although not altogether odorless. We were making our way to the bar to place our drink orders when a bright, red light caught my eye. And there it was – Santa’s visage staring at me with a bright red nose pimping out the ale on tap. I was a little confused because I thought it was supposed to be Rudolph’s nose that was “oh so bright” enough to guide a sled at night. And to confuse things further, although my heart was telling me otherwise, my brain was saying that I couldn’t go up and order a pint of the Rosey Nosey without looking like a complete dweeb. But then Ollie came to my rescue, saying that he was thinking of getting a pint. Well, how could I let him drink the Christmas spirit alone? I couldn’t, and so we went up to the bar and proudly ordered “two Rosey Noseys, please!”
And that is why Santa is a whore! Aren’t the holidays wonderful?
