
I was dreaming of sofa
time, of beans on toast, of tea and jammies, but what we had planned was a 7:30
reservation for 15 people at a really cool restaurant called Kilo down near the
river.

It turned out to be a
great night, with all the guys on cracking form, and Liv maintaining her
reputation for not really being a girls girl with just two female friends to
balance out the rest of the male-heavy table.
Dinner was delicious but
entirely unnecessary, with duck, ceviche, two puddings – it was all very nice,
but my poor stomach was desperate for less rich and heavy food.
Once the dinner was
finished and the hard-core drinking started ramping up Nick and I made a not
very subtle bolt for the door and were highly grateful to be in bed by 11:30.
Judging by Liv’s message the next day, and the news that they ended up in a karaoke
bar, I think we left just in the nick of time.
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