It is official, we’re a family. For 16.50 quid we got a family pass into Stonehenge, so we morphed into a two adult and three 15 year-old family right in front of a quizzical ticket taker.
Charlie was hella excited to get in touch with his inner witch.
The venue in Moles was sweet. You knew it was a legit club when you showed up and it smelled like stale beer and bleach- it just screams through your nostrils and into you brain that awesome parties happen here. All the time. We got to hang out at the vegetarian restaurant next door, where the girl tending the bar was on an awesome head trip. I don’t’ know where her mind was, but it wasn’t there taking our order. She looked really relaxed and dreamy though, so I’d love to go to that secret place some time. The DJ on the other hand, was driving us looney tunes. Whoever it was couldn’t decide when to put on the next song, so s/he kept abruptly stopping songs just as you were getting into ‘em. When I asked who was on the tables, I was told it was Otis Redding. I think I don’t know the DJ lingo here.
This poster was also apparently worth tweeting about. I disagree.
Tonight is our introduction the wide world of Travelodge. We drive about an hour out of Bath and we rock a really great interference pattern in the check-in area and get all five us in one family room (Family room- One full sized bed and a couch with a pull out mattress). T’nealle get’s all twee on the room and constructs a sleeping nest on the floor out of spare comforters and pillows. Good times.
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