After a genuinely beautiful wedding in a wonderful venue in Long Island City, when the licence runs out and we’re kicked out, Jamie and Hil have a plan. We mosey down the road to LIC Bar, a dive bar the happy couple have reserved a large amount of space within for the celebrations to continue. It’s the kind of place where Andy gets drawn into a conversation at the bar with a couple of guys who claim to have Irish heritage and seem lovely until they start telling you about how they can’t wait for Trump to be president again. As is tradition, we end up there before Jamie and Hil get there, which is no problem at all considering they turn up with stacks of pizza and wings and dips - now this is how you have a wedding after party. The drinks are American, and I’m tempted to even continue with wine this late into the evening; the joys of knowing I just have to stagger into the Uber and then into Alex and Shuyang’s apartment. It’s another city in another country in another continent, and another type of diver bar. You might as well soak up the differences whilst you can.