Women in bar fights … ?!

Last night I went out my American friends to a bar in Angel called Pitcher and Piano. It’s a busy bar full of gorgeous women, men on a mission and a host of good looking bar staff. The music isn’t that bad either if you like top 40 type stuff.

The whole reason I was there was to spend more time with the American girl I keep talking about in previous entries. I’m quite smitten with her at the minute and that means spending lots of time around loud Americans.

So there I am. Me – some American boys and girls – all out in the heart of Angel, London.

One thing I’ve come to realise is that some girls don’t hold their alcohol well. Some do – but some don’t and these Americans were in the ‘don’t’ category.

4 wine glasses into the evening (3 beers for me) and it’s obvious that they are going to struggle through the night. At 4 glasses, the girls are starting to flake nice and early.

3 glasses more and it’s on for young and old. The dance floor is suddenly awash with drunk American girls throwing their arms and legs around in a frenzied attempt at dancing. It wasn’t pretty. Shoes were coming off. Nipples were falling out. Dance moves were being slaughtered.

One of the other girls on the dance floor decided to say something to one of the American girls about their dancing. Although I didn’t hear what was said, I think she must have been somewhat offensive because it didn’t take before the nails were coming out.

One girl got punched in the eye. The other, pushed over. Wine was thrown. Handbags were stolen. Hair was pulled.

It would have been funny if I wasn’t attached to the group concerned. Instead, it was just embarrassing. Stupid drunk American girls.

It wasn’t long before the bouncers jumped in and stopped the whole malarkey. And we all got thrown out ending a perfectly decent night. Unfortunately, I managed to miss the last tube home so the bus ride (that seems to last for hours) was just rubbing salt in the wound.

No chance of hooking up with American girl after that.