"Free" and "bar" - the two greatest words in the English language, nicht? In bold defiance of our recessiveness and in a nostalgic trip down Celtic Tiger lane, the wonderful overlords and ladies of Maples Fund Services treated us to such an exquisite delight, from the hours of 6pm to 10.30pm (or so) in nearby salubrious hip-salon Dakota, replete with deep fried treats such as chicken wings, samosas, spring rolls and wedges which provided ample soakage. The attendance rate was over 80%, exemplifying the uber-high levels of camaraderie in the company, and the banter flowed freely.
Even when the card was finally withdrawn, the socialising continued, and indeed it was after the hour of 1am when we exited - some onwards to the vile Copper Faced Jack emporium, whilst most like me sagely chose the summoning of a homeward taxi instead.
Dakota. When it's empty. Not this evening.
Contentment : 16 / 25
Excitement : 4 / 10
Memorability : 5.5 / 15
Overall Score : 51% (27th out of 251)
No comments:
Post a Comment