After my epic fail at playing ping pong at Doodle Bar, we briefly considered calling it a night. It was 1 AM after all and another day tomorrow. Then we came to our senses.
That said and done, Crazy Canadian made a phone call, put us on a list and off to Bunga Bunga we went.
So when we arrive at Bunga Bunga and they don't have our names on the list I may have kicked up a fuss... And the angry bouncer's suggestion that I had a bad attitude may not have been completely uncalled for. However, I resolved this problem by demanding to speak to every single manager in the place and threatening to cancel every future reservation at Bunga Bunga held by anyone I have ever met.
In the end one manger allowed us to queue jump based on my 'refreshing rudeness'. I knew it was only a matter of time before my lack of manners would be appreciated as the asset it truly is. My time has finally come.
As we enter the club and my hand gets stamped with Coco Bananas I suddenly understand why we were not at the list seeing as Bunga Bunga is the club next door... I felt bad about my behaviour for approximately 5 seconds. I even considered apologizing to the angry bouncer. Then there were caipirinhas and didn't really care anymore.
Although Coco Bananas are marketing themselves as a Brazilian Beach Bar in rainy London but it felt very.... Essex. In Chelsea. That alone is an accomplishment, but not necessarily a good one.
There was nothing in this place to remotely put me in beach mode. Let's face it, the storm outside did nothing to help put me in that mode but neither did the very poor excuses for caipirinhas made by the incredibly slow bartender.
I did however get a cab home at 4 AM so clearly it wasn't all that bad. There was a lot of laughing, a lot of dancing and my Acne sandals will never be the same.
And the good news is... Bunga Bunga is still on the list!
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| Yep, that pretty much sums up the night. |
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