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| - Shots, drinks and a bottle of bambino after, I found myself at the London Tap House for Halloween.
Although I've been here once before, when it was known by something else, I found my experience to be very different. I'm older and much less crazy. I have a higher alcohol tolerance and I'm not on the prowl for a girl.
What I really wanted was to spend time with my friends and gf. Dancing was on her agenda, so I settled.
A word of warning, the coat check is on the top floor. You enter, go up narrow stairs, check in, and go down to the dance floor. At the end of the night, you struggle to balance after each step. You hold on to the people in front, hoping they are sober and understanding enough to guide you safely to your destination. My gf somehow ended up to by that guide, she was pretty good too.
I assume it was crowded because it was Halloween so I'll let that slide. The dance floor was on the small side. There is a stage in the middle of the club and then there's a 2 meter perimeter of dance floor around it. In summary, there are those who dance in one spot and then there are others that walk-dance. They walk as though they have somewhere to be and dance to fit in. Anyways, the result is a lot of stepped on toes and many sloppy apologies.
One thing that I learned that night was that I could dance on thousands of broken glass shards without ripping a hole in my shoes. Another thing I learned was that I could dance with my shoulders.
Overall, if you see a ghost in yo neighborhood, save the time and call the ghostbusters.
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