Beer, karaoke and teapots

I met James at our favourite central craft beer pub after he finished work. He then took me to a karaoke bar around the corner and we drunkenly attempted to sing (shout) and rap (mumble). We ended up at a club full of travellers where they sell sickly cocktails in teapots.

What I thought was gonna be a couple of drinks turned in to about nine hours of solid drinking.