Lost in camden

So I had a grand adventure last night when an old friend came to visit me. Tomer ( he was born in Israel but raised in watford) took me and Joie out for a night on the town. Ahe first took us to a traditional British pub where we all grabbed a pint, and caught up on everything, since it had been two years since the last time we we together. We then decided that the pub was too boring for us and went on our way to find a more exciting place with live music. We ended up in Camden town ( where after a little trouble navigating) we found ourselves at the blues bar.  We all grabbed another pint. Whileje and I wed waiting to be served, we had a guy come up to us and use a high five as a pick up line,which we tought was hilarious. Heathen preceded to talk to us in which we kind of walked off. We spent the next hour sitting, chatting, and listing to an amazing blue band. Towards the end of the night, our waiter, who's name we later found out was Ross, took a very keen interest in us and decided to join us for a pint after he got off.  By this time Tomer decided to leave since he had to catch the train back to watford. We sat there another good hour before heading out, in which Ross was kind enough to walk us to your station, since wekind of knew where we were going, and he wanted our info haha.  We made it back safe and sound (neither of us were intoxicated) to Tomer's relief, since he felt bad that he had dumped us there. The only bad thing about the night was that we didn't eat before going out which meant we wee starving by the time we arrived back at Nido.  We decided to eat the cakes we had bought for the dessert (since we missed dinner).  It was the worst decision we could've made. We both woke up this morning sick.  I guess that goes to show you that cake and alcohol don't mix.