So, reeking as if we both just got off the line at McDonald's, we continued walking, and decided that, since it was Friday night, getting some drinks was in order. We stopped at the Somerset House, which has a beautiful outdoor terrace overlooking the river, but decided we were a bit under-dressed for that venue. Instead, we headed back to the Wellington Pub, where we had had dinner our first night, and ordered pints of the delicious Aspall Cider we had been introduced to there. After a couple refreshing pints to cleanse our pallets, we thought we'd move on to somewhere else in the neighborhood, since it was our last night staying in London proper (we had booked a hotel in Richmond, the borough in Southwest London where I lived, for the weekend). It was such a lovely night that we just enjoyed a leisurely walk and exploring the area.
We stopped into the Somerset House Courtyard, just because it was so pretty, and hung out for a bit, watching a family of small children playing in the fountains.
As we were heading back toward our hotel, we were beckoned into another pub called "Daly's" by the sound of a live acoustic guitar player. It was a lively crowd, and good music was playing (covers of American artists like REM and Paul Simon), so we decided to check it out. Another couple pints of cider, and we were singing along, and I was coaxing Jared to dance. During one of the breaks, we were chatting with the singer, whose parent's are actually living in Abu Dhabi (the crazy Brit's seem to just love the UAE), and I asked if we could request "Breakfast At Tiffany's" (one of our college memory songs). We ended up staying until the pub closed, and the singer actually sang our song, giving us a shout out ("I promised some nice people from Boston I'd play this..."). Such a wonderfully perfect night.
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