So, this will be *very* long because it’s the first in what will, likely, be many Stories. Since my (F)iancé and I(M) have decided that it would be fun to share our “experiences” with you all. Hopefully you do, because I’ll be posting them anyways :P
This story took place in the Summer of 2016, when I first moved to New York from my native Hampshire (England, I don’t mean New Hampshire). I was 26, a few weeks from turning 27, and I had just finished my 8th Year in Her Majesty’s own Grenadier Guards (For those who don’t know, we’re the chaps in the big hats and red tunics outside Buckingham Palace). I had moved to Manhattan with a friend from the Regiment, and we decided to go out drinking to celebrate- nothing in particular, just life, liberty and the pursuit of Liquor.