MatT & I cruised through Bristol on Sat night checking out the nightlife of Bedminster. We first drank at a 450 year old pub, then finally landing on a white-trash truely British gem that was running, "A-Team Karaoke". My first thought was that I was going to see some little englishman dressed up like BA Baracus singing Madonna's "Holiday". To my surprise, I wasn't too far off.
Unfortunately, there was no BA... but the old Bristolian wearing a captain's hat sitting next to me (who was impressed that I'd come to Bristol, yet yelled at Matt, & verbally bashed our choice of smokes & pork snaps & whatever else he could) made it worth the trip. On top of that, the place was packed with everyone from Grandmas to 14 year olds -- they all could have drank me under the table. The Karaoke was amazingly horrific, between the singing, song choice & dress of the participants. It was like American Idol meets In The Name of the Father.
Between that and the crazy asian chip guy feeding us grease in a bag with something fishy & starchy (which we ate in proper Bristolian fashion -- on the street corner), it was a memorable night.
Just wish our lovely ladies could have joined us. E was back 3000 miles in the bklyn hood, & becca a couple blocks away with the kidz.
Bristol is a fair city. Great people. Bristol Vineyard is a great church with loads of great people who blog. & Wallis & MatT pretty much shamed me into blogging again. You can thank them.