A couple of days after Christmas, I went into town to meet Freya, Tania and Lizzie for drinks and dinner. It was our last chance to see each other before Tania heads home to France for a couple of weeks, and then off to Australia for a whole year! The South Bank looked gorgeous, all lit up in white and blue for the festive season. In fact, it looked so beautiful it kind of made me wonder why I ever bother getting on the Tube when I’m in London, when I could just wander along the river instead!
The girls and I met at a little bar just near Waterloo called Topolski’s (a tip off from Freya’s fiancé Adam), and ploughed through a couple of wicked cocktails made up of fresh cranberry juice, and a vodka infused in-house with clementines, cinnamon, and a whole host of other Christmassy spices. They were pretty spectacular! And also lethal (the kind of drink that goes down easy as anything, but makes you ‘pull’ every ‘push’ door on the way to the bathroom), so afterwards we went in search of burgers! Byron (and oreo milkshakes for four) hit the spot in the way that only moderately-priced extra cheesy cheeseburgers can.
We spent our evening talking about the ins and outs of this strange and wonderful industry we’ve all found ourselves in, and the need for holiday, and unplugging, and friendship, and food, and Christmas, and our plans for the year ahead. I won’t harp on again about how grateful I am for these sweet girls (You must be sick of us all! Is there a word for the female version of a bromance? Because there should be.) and will instead just say that I’m very, very glad that 2013 was the year our paths crossed.
And also, Lizzie? I’m sorry you had to put up with having three bloggers take photographs of your food before you could eat it. We are obnoxious, and we know it. ;)