With our slightly patchy past, and around five years of uncertainty of
whether we’re “on” of “off”, when people ask myself and Nick how long we’ve
been together for they are always rewarded with a look of confusion and
uncertainty that both concerns and alarms them. If we don’t know the answer,
how can anyone else?! This also means that we don’t have an anniversary, or
indeed any recollection of when our first date was, or anything at all like
that.
Whilst this has been
perfectly acceptable for us up to now, during our recent discussions (fuelled
by the extended countdown to our return home over my birthday this month), we
realised that it was a year to the day since Nick came back to London on a
surprise trip for my birthday. If that wasn’t a suitable ‘fake-anniversary’ date
/ excuse then I don’t know what is.
As such, 24th
May has now become our annual Martini Day. When Nick arrived back in London
this time last year, he left his bags at Victoria Station and came into Covent
Garden, where he waited for me to finish work at a little bar called PJs. Before
heading to dinner at the beautiful Clos Maguire, we worked our way through a
couple of fantastic martinis at the bar, kick starting his trip to London, and
celebrating the first time we’d seen each other since starting to speak again
the Christmas before.
To celebrate the
passing of a year, this 24th May we went to the Swiss Hotel, rode
the lift to the 73 floor, and we made the most of a little Happy Hour break,
with incredible views of the city, whilst the sun battled to display a
beautiful sunset around the edges of a thunderstorm that hovered over the
National Park.
It was an utterly
beautiful spot to be, with great service and surprisingly few people battling for
a table looking straight out of the glass, which was pretty perfect for us.
Once our martinis had
been drunk (followed by a Pimms for me and
a Long Island Iced Tea for Nick), we had to jump in a cab and head over
to Jules and Kev’s flat, for a belated house warming and birthday celebration in
the form of a BBQ on their 23rd floor observation deck. It was a
night of great food, great drinks and great views from start to finish. By the
time we finally clambered into a taxi at around 2:30am, it was definitely time
to go home following a great annual Martini Day celebration.
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