This is me, not throwing swords.

So I was stranded in London for Christmas, but luckily Allison was stranded too, so bring on the mince pies and tinsel we declared (along with numerous lord of the rings quotes that need not be mentioned). I bought 3 craps of pine branch, tied them together with yarn, stuck them in a tea cup and declared it a Christmas tree. After thoroughly decorating said tree with earrings and paper ornaments, and remembering how horribly allergic I am to pine, it was time for dancing. John Denver and the muppets had us feeling festive, albeit bitter.  We adorned ourselves the the sparkliest of sparkly dresses and Christmas sweaters and headed for a slightly classier then normal pub on the strand. Things started slow with festive drinks and nostalgic 90s pop music, but after a few manhattans and an enthusiastic round of Abba sing along, it was definitely a party. As usual, old men hit of Allison and I ended up in a scoobydoo costume, (Ok, so that second part happens less frequently, but I consider that to be a good thing). If nothing else, it was a memorable Christmas in London.