And gossip there was! Not so much wine however, as Chico Bandito offered happy hour cocktails all night for the senioritis, so Cosmo’s and bellini’s were a-flowing!

There were a couple of no shows, but c’est la vie (and their loss) but a top crowd of girls did show. One lady worked in a boutique hotel (no shortage of gossip there, with stories of guests and fellow workers). Fresh off the boat from Australia was another comrade, just settling into London town and starting the quest for work. She was joined by a fellow Ozzie who had already landed a job as a radio therapist, who shared some words of wisdom. We chatted about landlords and boys, and nights out and boys, and dodgy club promoters and boys and the best places to eat out and… yep, boys. Everyone was relaxed and at ease right away and even more so after the staff plonked sombreros on our heads! The place had a great vibe.

After demolishing a few too many cocktails and some delicious Mexican food (it was the usual Mexican fare with great tapas dishes), we headed to nearby Hoxton square to Hoxton Bar & Grill for a few more cocktails and a much more chat.

The night received a big thumbs up from me. We departed; I jumped on a Boris Bike and headed home. Four full docking stations later, I ended up right where I started, duh. Good night nonetheless!