I got back to my Airbnb early in order to pack and write a bit, I think it was around 9pm. My host, Andrew was out, other than a quick chat when I arrived we had had amazingly good (or bad) luck at just missing each other since my arrival.
About an hour after I came home I heard Andrew come in, I was in my room with the door closed and was pretty sure I heard feet outside my door, sure enough Andrew started singing something along the lines of:
“Deeeaaaaan…. oh Deeeaaaaaan,
Dean, mysterious Dean,
When will you come down and join me for a whiskey
Oh Dean, my Dean”
So yeah… the evening kinda went from there and my head hurts this morning, was crazy fun though.
2 thoughts on “Final Night in London”
Your head hurt? Anything else? If I heard that outside my door, I’d have stayed quiet. Very quiet.
He was a really neat guy