Sunday, October 24, 2010

Ye Olde

The night my godson was born, we went to Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese to drink Sam Smiths and toast to the new baby. We then hopped on one of London's romantic-looking double decker red buses to head home sometime around midnight. In a last minute decision, I jumped off the bus four stops earlier than we had planned. I'm an adult now, so I waited until the bus pulled away to lean over the nearby ledge and vomit.

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