Sunday April 27 2003 at 15:58 GMT
On Friday I wasn't really feeling so great, but I decided to struggle out for a few beers. Initially I met Rich for a beer in Monboddo, an old favourite haunt. Soon my brother turned up and then ... there was a crowd.
No drinking night would be truly validated without a visit to Oloroso, so Rich, Allan, Fiona and I headed there for a nightcap.
Rich and I were still a bit on the thirsty side when Oloroso shut, so we set off to find somewhere else still open, but everywhere was pretty queued out. We decided to grab some food at a cool Italian place, that is open v.late. From somewhere I conjured some Italian words and vaguely remember ordering in "Italian". After the waiter had delivered our food, he said something to me in Italian as he was leaving the table, no doubt having worked out the only Italian word I actually know is 'pizza'. Of course I had no idea what he said - am just hoping it wasn't "I just spat in your beer...".
No drinking night would be truly validated without a visit to Oloroso, so Rich, Allan, Fiona and I headed there for a nightcap.
Rich and I were still a bit on the thirsty side when Oloroso shut, so we set off to find somewhere else still open, but everywhere was pretty queued out. We decided to grab some food at a cool Italian place, that is open v.late. From somewhere I conjured some Italian words and vaguely remember ordering in "Italian". After the waiter had delivered our food, he said something to me in Italian as he was leaving the table, no doubt having worked out the only Italian word I actually know is 'pizza'. Of course I had no idea what he said - am just hoping it wasn't "I just spat in your beer...".
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