So the plan was to show our support for Collin at the Pigalle, which we originally thought was pig ale, as in a cheesy little club, to our surprise it turned out to be a very smart little club 1000 floors underground. The music was good but not our style, however they made up for it by having the most charismatic MC and some coked up ghetto mad woman on stage, who provded us with a lot of entertainment. Once C man was off the stage, we decided we should congratulate him, which for some reason meant everyone buying at least one bottle and then stumbling over to SOHO where A-ron decided to go missing and come home with 5 dudes numbers on his phone... :P
Drink:Bollinger
Type: 60's Extremely smart
££$$: ££££/£££££
Best memory: Relaxing while Collin strummed his guitar (the ghetto hot chick on stage wearing latex)
Worst memory: Aaron dissapearing at 3am and after an hour of searching for him the club closing
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