NOT The Blog Meetup Update

It's past 11pm on Wednesday, 21st August and i'm writing this just after getting home. I'll be posted tomorrow on the 22nd:

Hmmm.... I know i said i wasnt going b'cos i hadnt been paid and that i didnt borrow money to go cos there was no incentive... well turned out THERE WAS an incentive afterall.

Infact so much has not happened in a few hours of my life before. I'm calling it the Jack Bauer Syndrome. I'm gonna start from when i added the last post...

So I added that post just when i was leaving work [around 5.15PM BST]. Brendon and I left for the bus-stop and then he realised his pass was dead. Meant we had to walk all the way down to somewhere near Black Horse Road station so he could get money from a cash point.

THE CALL
We got on the bus and were discussing the next days work... then it moved on to games. i think it was an argument about what 1st person shooter means... but i'm not going into that. He got off the bus at Seven Sisters station and i'd just alighted in front of the Tottenham Police Station when my phone rang. Abe [pronounced Ah-be]. Yeah Stormy.

We were discussing the fact that she hadnt decided on whether she was going to the Blog Meetup for the past few days. And then it sounded more and more like she was going. Or wanted to go. Or something close to it. And i was walking.... walking towards my house... And then i thought, what the hell? why dont i just say i'm going... why dont i borrow some money and be spontaneous?.

THE IMPULSE
So i did JUST that. even before i entered my front door, i peeped thru the window and asked ma sis to lend me a twenty. She didnt have any... she said. [Probably cos i owe her from way back and havent paid] Anyway, next thing i know i'm telling Abe i'll give her a call within the next half hour to let her know if i'm coming or not.

Before i said that, i knew i wasnt even gonna enter the house. I knew i wasnt gonna get back to the bus stop and get a bus to my bro's. i knew i was gonna go there and ask him to lend me some money... and i knew i'd get it. And i knew i was gonna get on the Tube and go to Holborn. What i didnt know tho was whether Abe was gonna be there.

IS IT COS I'S BLACK TOO?
Got on bus back to Seven Sister and entered the Underground. Tried to get a travel card but the till [or whatever they call it] was closed. The freaking ticket dispenser wasnt working either so this guy in London Underground uniform says it's alright to ride the tube and pay at the destination.

Now when i got to Holborn station, this fucker [xcuse ma... what the hell?!]... yeah this fucker insists i'm lying and that i'm trying to con him. Sayin', "We're both black... tell me the truth and i'll let you thru." The idiot.... did he seriously expect me to say i was lying just so he could be pleased with himself for helping out a bruva?

THE SIGHTING
So this idiot wants to punish me for "lying to him" so he insists i buy a ticket from the counter before i get out. Now this normally wudnt be a problem, xcept there's only one person working in the box and his priority customers are those entering, not the loner exiting...

And then i take a look outside the station and there's this gorgeuous chick with some plain glass shades looking at me. Yeah you guessed right. Abe. Anyway, she helps me out and buys a ticket from outside so i cud exit quicker.

NOT THE BLOG MEETUP
I know this was all about blog meetup, but Abe told me she'd been to the meeting place, Pitcher and Piano [Kingsway, Holborn, WC2]... and that it looked all posh with people sipping wine in tall glasses and the whole shiznit. So me being that curious, i thought i'd just take a look anyway... y'know... so i could say, at least, BEEN THERE... ummm... BEEN THERE! So we went together to take a look... and decided, Nah! Not our cuppa

THE TriFAF MEETUP
We walked down Kinsway, Holborn and picked something that was more of our cuppa, The Bar One. So begins my initiation into the West-End bar clique. Even tho Abe insist it isnt SO westend till you go way into Leicester Sq. [or did she?]

Anyway, I got some drinks. I got a Smirnoff Ice... i dont think i'm allowed to tell what Abe got.[check out her site to see her version of events]. Well, we started off with a mock interview... with Abe asking the questions and using her voice recorder. I dont think we'd get anything off it tho cos there was [as the Black-neys say] BEAR noise in there.

I know i liked her more from then on... and i think she knew it. i thought it was BEAR funny. And then, i dunno... i guess we naever stopped talking... i had a watch but i lost track of time too. all i know is that it took quite a while to finish a bottle of Smirnoff. [Black-ney translation: Took bear time to mash up that bottle of Smirnoff, Blood!!]

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Black-ney: You may remember me from shows, i mean posts like "NOT The Blog Meetup",
Well i am what you guess when you cross a cockney and a west-indian accent. All messed up and funny to listen to.

I am mostly used by young blacks who were born in the UK and i can be heard mostly on the bus. Look out for me next time you visit London

BEAR: Adj. Meaning; a lot, many etc. Usage: There was like bear food at the party, blood.

BLOOD: A term of endearment among black-neys. It's like saying mate at the end of sentences or in Ghanaian circles, charlie. Usage; What's up, blood? **************
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THE SQUARE
From The Bar One [Kingsway, Holborn, WC2], we decided to go get something to eat. Well that's what i assumed. That Abe wud love something other than a drink. So we started out with Abe giving me a sort of tour of Central London. And my! what a good guide she is!

If you read her blog you'll know she knows that place a lot. She showed me round all them trendy bars andpointed out all the places not to go unless you're loaded and a bit drunk or madly in love.

We finally cam round to Leicester Sq. and the first thing i know this guy's shoving a rose into my hand. I took it on some reflex even tho i knew it wudnt be free. Now that i think of it, i shda bought it for her... but i was worried what it'd mean.

Anyway, we decided to end the tour and go into [what was that last bar we went into again, Abe?]. I like the place. The atmosphere is just so romantic. It's low-lit with candles and dark walls. That's how much contrast the inside it to the corridors into it. The corridors are bright-lit with mirros for walls and i couldnt resist taking some pics. [The only way to get both of us in a shot]

So we went in and thought we'd order something. Abe chose Crispy Duck and Pancakes. She even thought me how to eat it... i love it and i definitely would be going back. oh and whiles waiting, we played three games of connect-4. I lost 'em all. hey, i'm shit... i know. I wont the last one we played though... the one after eating. So i guess i can excuse myself by saying i was too hungry to think... or is that not valid?

Oh! shit.... we just run out of time. and i was having such a good time. i so wanted to do this again. it was getting close to 10.. and Abe had to leave. So we set off for Charing Cross station. That's where Abe get's her train from...

THE HOMECOMING
I got on the bus with a smile on my face... i'd had such a good time. in fact i gave the tramp playing the saxophone so much money it didnt look like someone who'd just borrowed £20 only three hours earlier. I was so happy i nearly missed my change-over and Euston.

THE SEQUEL?
Will we do this again? Definitely. When? Might be as early as the 24th of August. There's the Notting Hill Carnival. Abe hasnt decided yet [typical huh?]... but i know i'm going. And maybe... just maybe i can convince her into coming as well. it's her idea originally so i probably wont have to do a lot of convincing. We'll see.

THE VERDICT
Eme, you were right when you said i was enticed... i didnt know by how much myself tho. But i like Abe. And... We'll see.

THE ENDNOTE
You'll realise i never mentioned what i was thinking at anytime of our meetup. Yeah, perv, it's private... and aint telling. I think it was my Uncle Tom who once said, "That's for me to think and for you to keep guessing" ... ok someone said it... and my Uncle Tom told me... what's the biggie?

Now y'all hop over to Abe's to see her version of events.