Busting my... Buble.

So as I might have mentioned earlier {like 6 hours ago-ish} we were going to see Michael Buble tonight.

Yes, "were going to see..."

Until the tube strike blew all the routes we could take, and forced us to: Plan B.

Plan B ended up being some mini bottles of wine, and sitting by the river for a few hours together...

Not such an unfortunate turn of events!

Then we headed on to dinner where our drinks were comp'd by the manager and had dessert & coffee sent our way by our "new friends" from the next table.

So yeah, basically the perfect alternative to an evening with Mr. Buble. We'll be catching ya next time, MB....