Well, in true Alisa fashion, as I was just beginning to brag about knowing my way around London, I got way lost. In fairness, it was the bus system this time and NOT the tube. I am a pro at the tube...let that be known. Either way, while coming home from a club called Oxygen...which thankfully played all my favorite hits...minus Drop It Low (sad), I went with my roommate Brooke in the completely wrong direction in search for a cab.
Well, first I went in search of some pizza, but that failed as well.
After about 20 minutes of walking in the completely wrong direction, we turned around and retraced our steps only to see the bus that we needed pulling away. Shoooooot. So there we stood, waiting for our next bus to come. The lone Americans; although we were in quite the "hoppin" area so it could have been worse.
Here's where the weird part comes in.
After about 5 minutes of standing at the stop, Brooke and I were approached by 3 middle aged men in business suites. They meant no harm...in fact it was quite the opposite. One comes up to me and simply says, "I lost a bet. Will you please punch me in the face?"
Hmmmm. I have never been asked that question before. Me being me, I said yes. JUST KIDDING. Of course, I declined because I wouldn't even know how to punch someone in the face even if I tried. I told the man that...
He got on his knees and begged for me to punch him in the face. Double hmmm. I asked if a hard slap would be acceptable. I feel much more confident in the slapping area I guess. He asked his two friends...they said no. Soooo now I'm feeling really bad for this guy because he's on his knees, it's a little rainy and he's in a weird business suit looking like a complete idiot.
Therefore, I agreed to punch him. So there I am, in the middle of what I think was western, northern (oh who the hell knows) London, winding up to punch a man in the face. Okay.
So I did. He kindly thanked me. He told me that he and his friends were at a "stag lot" or something like that...which I found out was a bachelor party! Oooooh, I guess the gettups and odd requests sort of make sense now.
Either way. We spoke to them for a bit and I learned where the best theatre in London is. So for anyone who knows me, that is a night worthwhile.
About an hour and thirty minutes later, we made it home. Cheers.
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