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Hip Hop Karaoke @ The Social

Yesterday was the last day of the semester for me. I still have two more assignments to work on but they aren't major. To celebrate, I went to Hip Hop Karaoke at The Social in Oxford Circus. The Social is so much fun. It's an urban club downstairs and a bar upstairs. I really like it because it's so much fun to watch people rap and sing songs that aren't rock or pop which is what you usually get at normal karaoke. This night they had karaoke from 7p-1a then a normal club until 3am.

I recommend everyone who visits London go there! London's clubs are a lot different from clubs back home. Which is a good thing!! It's hard to explain. I guess it's just something you have to experience for yourself...

While waiting line to get into the club (which is called the queue), my friend Brionna and I met a girl from Brazil. She's was super cool! We ended up hanging out with her all night. After the club, it was rainy and cold but we went out in search of food. So, here's the thing I really hate about London... EVERYTHING CLOSES SO EARLY!

[BRUH: I once considered taking a cab across town to the only 24 HR McDonalds]

We ended up catching a bus from Oxford Circus to Piccadilly Circus (which is walking distance but ain't nobody have time for that). We wandered around Piccadilly and Leister Square until we found somewhere that was open. Basically it took forever but we finally found this little cafe.

At this point in the night, it was about 3 or 4am and the tube wasn't back up running so we went in search of a bus stop to get home. This simple task was a struggle because I was the only one whose phone had service, my battery was dying then my phone got wet. But eventually after dealing with creepy men (who I believe tried to kidnap us), we found our way.

From central London to where I live in Harrow, it's about a 1-2 hour bus ride, depending on where you are. Usually that annoyed me but I was so cold and wet from being out all night that I was happy to just be on the bus. 

On the bus, Brionna and I met this man named Anthony who was a slam poet. The man was clearly insane but he reminded me so much of home, I couldn't help but entertain the madness. He talked and performed for us the whole way home, featuring some minor arguments between us. (To be expected from an NY and NJ native)

By the time we finally got home it was 6am and my hair was wet; my feet hurt; I was freezing, but it was the best night I'd had all month!