I’m starting to think that fate just doesn’t want Rehana and I to find a nice bar/club to chill at. Tonight, Rehana wanted to try out The Brixtonian Havana Club for their Caribbean fare and the different kinds of rum (apparently over 300) on offer.

Our problems began before I could even meet up with her. After class I hopped on to the Underground to make my way to Brixton only to find there were issues with the Victoria line. The problems were on the northern part of the line so it shouldn’t have affected me. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I was telling myself I could still make it to Brixton on the tube. Of course those problems would filter down to my part of the line and after a frustrating hour of waiting at various stations we were told at Pimlico – 3 stops from Brixton – that the line was shutting completely and we would have to find alternate methods of travel. Dang it! So, I had to make my way with about a million other people (okay – it wasn’t really that much but it sure felt like it) to the number 2 bus to Brixton. Naturally these buses were packed to capacity and as bus after bus passed us by it was time to walk to an earlier stop to try and get on. Even this proved difficult and I found myself pushing my way (illegally of course) on to the back of the bus. To say it was cosy was an understatement. Some guy started taking liberties, as you do apparently, but I couldn’t do anything to fend him off as my arms were pinned to my side. Sheesh. Anyway, finally I made it to Brixton where Rehana, starving Rehana (she was supposed to have broken her fast already), was patiently waiting. We hurried to The Brixtonian only to find it had been taken over by an engagement party (or so we could gather from the heart-shaped balloons adorning the stairs)! Dang it again!

We made a decision to give Living a second chance. After all, it was Thursday and supposedly R&B night. When we got there it must have been about 7pm or so and there was no music, it was very smoky and the crowd was, well, pretty boring. We were also starvation by then and to our dismay Living didn’t serve any food except for crisps. We thought we’d have a drink to give the place a chance so made our way through a couple of packets of crisps plus a jug of cocktail but by 9 there was still nothing. So, we dashed across to Speedy Noodles, overate (portions are huge!) and dashed back. Okay we didn’t really dash but you know what I mean. Back at Living there was still nothing much in the sense of music – the DJ was around but apparently his sense of R&B was just not what we, or the larger public, understood it to be. We gave it until 11.30 and except for maybe one song, I wouldn’t say it was an R&B night. I don’t know what the other customers were thinking – but to look around I don’t think they were really and R&B crowd and it seemed to be a place to hang and chat more than anything. Dang!

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