Meeting Nick & Jess

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Nick and Jess at Ping PongThe Friday after the London MetaFilter meetup was a tough one. All I could manage to eat was toast for hours. So, all-in-all, I’d say the previous night was a smashing success.

One of the things Sarah and I were looking forward to the most on this trip was the chance to meet two people with whom we had chatted and exchanged emails with for years. Actually it was more than just electronic exchanges. Nick and Jess had also provided both of us with design help for our respective businesses. So we were excited that the day had come when we would finally meet them.

The plan was to meet at a tube stop and then go out for drinks and then dinner. We missed them at the tube stop so we went looking for a place that does its best to stay hidden. Milk & Honey is a private club with no sign on its massive door. The place looks like something out of a Harry Potter book. Like it has a spell cast on it to keep non-members from even seeing it. Luckily we looked up the address before we left.

We spotted Jess & Nick right away, and the four of us spent the first 30 minutes or so in the usual awkwardness that comes with a first meeting—except each couple brought little gifts for one another, which helped. It was rather amusing prior to our meeting when I told Nick that we wanted face time with them and that the place we went didn’t matter. I don’t recall the exact wording, but he said “We thought we’d start with drinks, and if you aren’t as cool as your online personas then we can call it a night.” It ended up we all hit it off (at least that was our impression) and so delicious and strong drinks at Milk & Honey was followed by a yummy dim sum dinner at Ping Pong in Soho, where we also had flowering jasmine tea.

After Ping Pong closed we wandered around Chinatown doing our bests to avoid the stumbling drunks. I had forgotten that it was the end of the work week before the start of Christmas holidays. Londoners—and the English—love their drink, but this night seemed extra special. As Nick emailed me later, they saw a record number of “Christmas sick puddles” on their way home that night.

We parted company just after 11 p.m., and since we had got on so well—plus we had strategically forgotten a present for Jess that Nick asked us to buy in the States for him—we agreed to meet the next morning before Sarah and I headed over to watch the Fulham match against Wigan in the afternoon.

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