Weekend in Glasgow, Scotland

Warning: This post has nothing to do with crochet!

Friday, I headed into town to meet Jenny. I have known Jenny since 2009, back when she was my flatmate on Arlington Street. I used to live in Glasgow and I had attended Glasgow Uni. Jenny remains a best friend of mine, who knows my faults and loves me despite them.

Due to the overcrowded pubs and pouring rain, we nipped into a wee pub near St. Enoch's station. We started the night with a bottle of Prosecco. She spoils me!

Meanwhile, we caught a man being disorderly and rude, to a police woman on a horse, right outside the pub. The horse booty-bumped him into a car, and they sent the man on his way! It was awesome.

We jumped on the subway, by my request, to head over to the West End. For a bit of nostalgia, we got off at Hillhead. I used to live nearby in both North Kelvinside and Partick. Hillhead station is located inbetween those two sections of the city. I stopped and soaked it all in. It felt like home. We walked down Byres Road, so that Jenny and I could grab a drink at the Partick Tavern.

Another bottle down, and a bit of home-grown Glasgow music. 

(Edit: 07/30, Partick Tavern may have experienced a face-lift, but I still remember where not the sit due to the dodgy dripping roof!)

We kept it moving, and went to a different pub across the road. I cannot recall the name, but if you are ever out and about on Dumbarton Road, it is across from the Tesco Metro. We grabbed another wee bottle of vino. 

(Edit: 07/30 I found the pub! We were at the Lismore.)

Three bottles down. Time for some Monster Munch and a diet Iron Bru. We wandered down the road, hoping to find my husband, who was also out in the area at the time, but instead found ourselves in a new pub with a large glass of wine. My train was on its way, and it was time to say goodbye.

I jumped into a taxi and started to cry. Trying to keep myself together, I explained that I just said goodbye to my best friend. I lived in this city for 3.5 years. The jobs, the flats; my life. I ended the trip stating that Americans aren't so bad, and I was on my way. I soon found my husband on the train. May have been the wine. May have been the city. However, tomorrow was a new day and I was coming back.

I overslept a little on Saturday, and pulled myself together. It was Jenn's 30th birthday! Don't get Jenny and Jenn confused. I met Jenn when I worked for a bank in 2012, and she soon propelled herself into a strong pillar in my life. She was my shouldar, my strength; my feisty little weigie. 

I met her at Glasgow Central and we had a glass of champagne. Do I not have the best friends in the whole wide world?!?

I'm still a little fazed from the night before, but luckily not hungover. I must have a liver of steel!

We met her friend Tammy from London (who soon became a friend of mine as well) and we headed to her parents to get ready for a 80s/90s themed bash. After the makeup was completed and the pizza was consumed, we hit the road for Merchant City, a section of Glasgow.

The party was amazing, and her parents were beyond generous. After ending the night with 'Bonnie banks of Loch Lommond' and '500 miles', we hit the town.

It gets a bit hazy at the point, but I did hug a nun after she gave me flip flops. No, I was not barefoot, my new ginger Geordie friend was, but my heels had to go! This of course caused me to cry AGAIN. I was overcome with emotion at how amazing Glasgow is, and how thoughtful the people are. Or maybe it was the bottles of wine Jenny and I had continued to split, on top of a couple of gin and tonics. I'm a hot mess.

I woke up the next morning next to Jenny (mind out of the gutter, it was a girly sleepover). I gave her my best old man highland wink and stated, 'you and I together are trouble.'

(Edit: 07/30 I need to showcase the amazing Scottish breakfast 'fry-up' that Jenn's mom treated us to. Spoiled!)

Obviously I'm experiencing some strong emotions being here in Glasgow. I'm in pergitory. It isn't about right or wrong, but finding which side I belong.