Pardon Me, Have You Seen A Group of Americans?

So last night was the first time I got to go to Imperial College's pub just around the corner on Prince Consort Road. Didn't know if I had to get cute or not, but I gotta tell you, that was an experience.

I went with the girls downstairs (Kaitlyn, Katie, and their roommate whose name escapes me), which was nice because I usually never hang out with them. Oddly enough, I was with them for maybe a half hour before I tried to join the table of guys. They were playing some drinking game which I didn't get, so I took like 2 sips of my drink and left. I made the right decision, ended up at the bar talking to this guy named John. Turns out he's one of the higher ups in their student union, really sweet, and has good taste in music.

That was around the time I lost the people I came with. So after grabbing John's number and saying goodbye, I had to go through this packed college pub, filled with drunken sportsmen trying to get laid by American girls, to find my group.

Unfortunately, the "Have you seen a group of pretty American girls?" didn't work out too well.