I am now 39 years old. To celebrate this fact, I went for a wee dram or two with some friends. It was not nearly as well-planned as John's 30th just three weeks ago.
Originally, we intended to go to a pub called Filthy McNasty's. In searching the web for an address for Filthy's, I discovered that a Filthy McNasty's had just opened up in my hometown of Edmonton, Canada.
Cool! Cosmic Connection! A sign from the Gods! Unfortunately, it turned out that the London Filthy's was closed. In fact, I think what happened was that the Filthy's in Edmonton, isn't just a branch of some bigger, Filthy chain but is, in fact, the actual London pub. No doubt (perhaps as some kind of war protest) they just moved the entire pub across to Canada, leaving a hollow shell in its place.
I discovered this fact at 5:30pm and wasn't able pass the info on to the masses until close to six. In a panic, I did my best to redirect the enormous flow of humanity to the Red Lion Theatre pub which is just a couple of blocks from Filthy's. If it hadn't been for this minor burble, I feel confident there would have been thousands of people at my party instead of just the dozen or so who showed up.
But at least those dozen brave souls did find the right pub and we drank one or two pints of poison and giggled like little girls.
A photographic record of the event is below.
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And there's also a special photo album of this guy named Andrew who took about a bizillion pictures of himself.
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