It was a night I still have very fond memories of...
(Names and minor details have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent!)
We were 16 and 17 and that morning James dumped Katie. James was Katie's first serious boyfriend and she did not take it well, immediately cancelling the party she was supposed to be having at her place that night. She was my best friend but she made it clear to me that even I was not welcome at her's for reasons that were not clear at this point.
So being young, dumb and impulsive, at 6pm a group of us jumped on a train to London and upon arriving just sort of entered the chaos with no real idea what we were doing.
We wanted to grab food but the queue at McDonalds in Leicester Square was out of the building and round the square. Chris had the bright idea that we get back on the tube and ride it out to the far end of a line where we would be away from all the crowds heading into Town and food places would be quieter. We jumped on the next train tube that showed up and sometime later ended up in the arse-end of God-Knows-Where, but there were no open food places, so we made our way back in stop-by-stop until we found a tiny fish and chip shop that literally just served cod and chips. There were no other options on the menu and the food was awful.
Suitably fuelled but still with no plan, we headed back into town and just sort of mooched. At midnight we ended up in sight of the London Eye, somewhat crushed by crowds, rather cold and very sober. It was amazing and as the countdown got to zero James kissed me. It turned out he had dumped Katie because he wanted to ask me out and had told her that this was the reason.
We then struggled to get home and ended up at a station about 25 miles from home at around 5.15am. All our phone batteries were dead and we pooled our last bits of change so that Charlie could ring her long-suffering mum who had a people carrier and willingly drove out to collect us.
Once we were back at Charlie's big house we all piled into the den were there were beanbags, blankets and sofa cushions we could throw on the floor and gradually everyone fell asleep. Once James and I were confident we were the only people still awake we started kissing and at about 9am, with my consent, he quietly took my virginity.
So, yeah, it was a good night!
(Epilogue: James and I dated for 17 months; Katie got over it and started dating Chris; Katie and I remain the best of friends; Chris is now married to Charlie; James ended up with a lovely husband(!) and I am very much looking forward to everyone being back together at my 40th birthday party later this year!)