last night, i laughed more than i've laughed in absolutely ages. my face hurt something fierce! clive, andy, lewis and i went out for a drink at a pub in camden. i was formally introduced to sailor jerry. oh sweet lord. from now on, brandy alexander is my main squeeze, and sailor jerry is my boy on the side. hahahaha. right. so, from there we headed to this funk/soul/jazz club night. and the first band, albeit good...were a bit rigid. lacking the soul factor, i think. but we danced anyway and all sorts of mischief making took place in the back of the club. their set was done, and this guy resembling Fat Joe, came on stage with his bass guitar in a G-unit top. andy and i quickly agreed that this was either about to be really really good, or really really bad. the drummer, this really young looking white boy sits down to the kit, and we just knew. sure enough, he was amazing. actually the whole band was amazing. i couldn't HELP but move. i found myself squealing in the same sort of way i do when i heard jamie cullum frontin' for the first time. or when i saw gabe dixon nashville.
amaaaaaazing. from there, we went to a bowling alley with a dancefloor and 50s & 60s music. glory be. such fun.
the evening ended on the couch, with cuddles and work stories, travel stories and shark stories making me laugh til i nearly pee'd my pants.