Now that my cousin had seen my club, it was time for her to check out the other place where I spend far too much time, the Lansdowne Club. Plus, it was also a chance for her to meet The Young Dutchman, who she was desperately curious to meet in person. When I had told her that we would be joining the Young Dutchman, my cousin asked me me, "Is this the guy I always see commenting on your Facebook?" I really had no idea that The Young Dutchman was such a well-known part of my life...
Drinks were fun, although there were too many of them, and sometime around 2 AM, my cousin, the Young Dutchman, a friend of his and me all found ourselves in a hotel bar somewhere, that I'm still not entirely sure where it was. At that point, everybody was in a pretty bad state, yet I somehow had the inspired idea to take everyone home with me (my flatmate was out of town, thank goodness). Managed to make up both an air mattress and the sofa and tuck everyone into bed.
I guess I was really showing my cousin how my life really is, where "one drink at the Lansdowne" is never only one, and my nights out with the Young Dutchman always end with far too much alcohol consumed!
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