The Big City

On a Thursday night in London, there is one place that, if you’re brave enough, as a group of girls, you’re guaranteed to have a good night. The City, with a capital “C” comes alive with suits on Thursday nights, and when you have a Slutty Suppers Club who have started giving up on the world of online, it’s the perfect place to meet for drinks.

            Having been stuck at the office for an extra half hour, The Worker Buddy and I were a bit late meeting up with The Traveller (Miss Fifi), The Northern Lass (Tits McGee) and Sugar M for a couple of cocktails at B@1 in Spitalfields Market before going in search of suits.

            Because we were slightly late meeting the others, we were a few cocktails down on them by the time that we left the bar, but everyone was in pretty good spirits are we headed into town, getting waylaid at a pub called The Bull, nestled down a side street with suits spilling out onto the pavement.

            Wine ordered, we headed outside to get some air.  About two minutes later, The Northern Lass accidentally threw a glass of wine over herself and a boy standing near us, after which we quickly made our way back into the safety of the pub. The Traveller and Sugar M lasted an hour or so before they had to head out to a Burger King to stack up on mid-session carbs, whilst The Worker Buddy made her way over to the bar to make some introductions to encourage flirtations with a boy that had caught The Northern Lass’ eye earlier in the night.

            Having felt the pain of a stolen bag all too recently, I took charge of luggage management – effectively finding myself standing alone by a table covering a pile of bags, drinking wine and trying to work out when we would be able to leave.

            The Worker Buddy, in fabulous American style, spotted me keeping my own company, and in about ten minutes she had forced a boy with a pretty face and an utterly ridiculous tie to come over and talk to me whilst she went off in search of a new victim.  It turns out, she did really rather well for me! The Charming Suit was really rather lovely and utterly ‘eligible’ – although he was wearing a comedy seal tie. This really rather worried me until I had a little Bridget Moment. If Mark Darcy can wear a reindeer jumper, The Charming Suit can most certainly wear a designer comedy tie if he wants to.

I left having given him my number but with a low expectation of hearing from him again. I’d had a text before I got home, and a string of others followed. I’m not sure if I’ll see him again, but I do love a suit, so fingers are well and truly crossed for this one!