In this amazing London summer, it's almost criminal not to hang out in all the equally amazing outdoor spaces my lovely city has to offer.
Following a rather hilarious picnic in Battersea Park with Crazy Canadian and Co including the mandatory awkward bump ins of Chelsea residents, we headed off to Doodle Bar for continued mischief and late night frolicking.
Once in Doodle Bar, vodka sodas in hand along with the heels I could no longer walk in - we found the aftyer school club house that could even have made me agree to stay in school a second or two after the bell rang. But seeing as the after school club of my hometown didn't serve vodka or cute Aussie backpackers I did what any cool teenager would do and hung out at my boyfriend's house playing video games instead. Yeah I wasn't really the coolest of teenagers.... Luckily, I caught up.
As it turns out, even with a reasonable amount of vodka in me, I really do suck at ping pong. Not like in the exaggerated way I claim to suck at baking (I make to-die-for-brownies), DIY (why do it yourself when you can get someone else to do it for you?) and technology (just can not be bothered reading the manuals) - I really do suck. Big time. More than I suck at ring dips.
The ball is just way too small. There is no way to hit it with such a teeny tiny bat. In other words, my attempted participation was not highly appreciated. In fact, the guy on my team gave me the sort of look usually reserved for fat kids attempting ballet after which he sent me off to the giant crayons and the giant drawing board. I drew Pac Mans. People thought they were flowers. Clearly I suck at drawing too.
In spite of my general sucking at being a teenager a decade after completing my teen years, when adding vodka sodas and subtracting hormonal outbursts - the whole after school activity idea, isn't too bad.
I might even make an attempt at bowling next.
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