Monopoly Pub Crawl

To be lazy or not to be lazy... that is the question for today's activities

We have plans with the in-laws tonight, but before that, I could pop out to the Monopoly Pub Crawl that some people at work have organised. Knowing my limits, I have not even attempted to start at 10:30am like the others, following a itinerary and schedule that can only be described as having military precision. Because of said military precision, even without the miracle of modern mobile phone technology, it is possible to join mid-way and just see some work friends for a drink or two.

For any non-Londoners unfamiliar with the concept, what IS the Monopoly Pub Crawl? Well I don't know what the place names of the American version are based on, but the UK version has all streets and areas that are London-based. It is therefore theoretically possible to visit all of the 26 places on the Monopoly Board. The pub crawl challenge, therefore is to go to 26 pubs on those London streets/train stations/areas and have a drink at all of them, all within one day. 26 drinks in one day! Madness!

Seeing this madness is related to boozing, those of you who know Keith will not be surprised that he and his friends have already attempted, and conquered, the Monopoly Pub Crawl. Keith and his buddies did it in May 2009, as soon as possible after we got engaged, in celebration of our engagement. How he going out with 10 guys (without me) for 12 hours one weekend getting pissed off their faces constitutes a celebration of his engagement TO ME is still a mystery to me, but I digress. It was almost a pre-stag do stag do and my one rule for him was to please not call me at all during the day, as I know how much his shit-talking, nonsense-babbling, slurry drunkeness enrages me (if I'm not equally drunk myself).

The WAGs (wives and girlfriends) still don't know all the stories that happened that day, which if the men are honest, has more to do with them not remembering it at all themselves rather than their bravado of "what happens on the pub crawl, stays on the pub crawl". From what we know, there were instances where they were refused alcohol near the end of the night, some frantic running to the next pubs before closing time, some moving of traffic cones from roadworks sites, etc. But they do have this cool momento from their day, where the got the time and bartender signature at every pub.  If you decipher this carefully, you will note a time vacuum between 3:30-5:30pm. God knows where they were.

So I could participate in something similar today.... or just keep lying on the couch... hmm.

p.s. damnit, there is still also laundry to hang up and vaccuming to do. *shakes fist in air*