East End...ers

So saturday was a good night...eventually.  It started badly, with me getting frustrated because my friends were being indecisive and annoying, when all I wanted to do was go out, have some drinks and a good old fashioned time.  My idea was to head to 93 Feet East because they were having what looked like a good club night on, but others were not so sure and were basically pissing about.  By the time 9pm arrived I was only half dressed and I had given up in favour of a vodka and lemonade - when my friend came through the door she was a little surprised, but I soon poured her a glass and she got into the swing on things.  Eventually three of us made it up to Brick Lane, but while waiting for others to join us from far flung places, we had some drinks in the Truman Brewery.  Now I don't usually come to the Brewery...well that's not true - I go there quite a lot because my friend's boyfriend owns it (yes, that's right, I'm bragging ever so slightly) but I'm usually only there in the daytime.  I hadn't realised until Saturday night quite how popular it is there now.  Apart from being slightly intimidated by the ultra trendy people, it was cool to just chill out outside the bars and cafes having drinks and chatting to strangers (some welcome, some not so much).  In the end, we didn't make it into 93 Feet East.  Instead we enjoyed the fact that for the first time in ages you could sit outside drinking and not get freezing cold in the process.  Then we got pancakes and made the long (bus) journey home.