Sister, Sister: Total Craziness at Bogan Bingo and More

It's been a long time coming, but it finally happened - my little sister and her boyfriend, Jimmy, came to visit us!

They arrived from Paris last Thursday on the train after traveling from the south of France. I met them at our flat and then we went to meet Aaron at one of the most amazing nights out in London... Bogan Bingo!

We stumbled upon Bogan Bingo last year when we had visitors. We walked into one of our local pubs and there were all these people playing a game having an amazing time. Once the game was finished, the pub turned into a giant dance party. Aaron and I knew at that moment that we needed to come back... but it needed to be a time when we did not have to work on Friday. With my sister and Jimmy visiting, this was the perfect opportunity. I am happy to report that Bogan Bingo lived up to it's expectations and more : )

A Bogan is a slang word for an Australian with bad taste; they stereotypically have poor teeth, love classic rock, drink too much and have home-made tattoos. There are two Bogan hosts (who are hilarious but completely inappropriate), about 70 other people and two bingo games. Unfortunately we didn't win the bingo, but I did get a free drink because I knew the theme song to Family Matters... Am I showing my age? : ) Between the inappropriate jokes, crazy competitors showing it all and WKDs, it was the best night!

On Friday we had breakfast at our flat before heading to Harrods and Selfridges. We walked through the city and then met up with Lacey's coworkers who work in her London office. We had a few pints with them and then went to dinner at a delicious dumpling place in Soho before grabbing a nightcap at one of our favorite speakeasys, Evans & Peel Detective Agency. You actually have to come up with a background story for why you are there (some type of mystery, murder or case for them to solve). It's legit.

Saturday we got lunch near our flat and then did a little shopping on Regent Street. We took them to our favorite wine bar, Gordon's and then headed up to Rickmansworth, which is about 45 minutes out of the city. Jimmy actually grew up in London and that is where he used to live! We had dinner at his favorite Indian restaurant and went to one of the local pubs for a few pints before heading back to Fulham. On the cab ride home, somebody got a little desperate after two many beers so we had to have a bathroom break at an ale house on the way which turned into one more pint : )

On Sunday morning, they left and headed back to Seattle. It was a short trip, but we had so much fun with them! As I was talking with Lacey on the phone this week, she asked "Where are you in your flat?" Our place isn't that big, Lac! But now she knows : )