Sit on my Faith

Yesterday marked a monumental moment in my life, for the first time ever, I went to a night club.

My friend Christian, who I’ve not seen much since school, decided to have a little shin-dig with as many old school friends as he could gather together.

I was a bit wondering what to wear (Trust me, nowhere near as much as most women) but as I was getting a lift both there and back I thought I’d take a risk and wear my Wolf Beaters

Sexshi!

Now in the same way that I don’t take forever to get ready like a normal woman, I don’t wear heels all that often, so I was apprehensive to say the least, but I think I got out of it relatively unscathed.

Anyway, we started at a quiet pub so everyone could meet together, Christian, Jason (Mate who I hang around with a lot) Emma (Used to go out with Jason, known her for years) Ben (Used to be in my class at school, never seen him since we left) Daniel (Did 2 years of performance studies with this guy, had many a fun talk about wrestling, now works in Asda, see him occasionally to poke fun) two girls and three other guys that I’d never met before, (god knows what classes they were in if they went to our school) and I.

After a drink or two their, we planned to walk through town to a half club half pub type placed called Notleys before moving onto a proper club, but as a couple of other people were waiting for a taxi, we stopped off at another pub en-route (which was much needed for my poor feet).

Pissheed

Now Notleys is a strange creature, it’s as loud as a night club, but it’s just full of tables and seats and no dance floor. Either way, it was 2 for 1 night, so a good place to top up our blood/alcohol content.

After a bit of gawping at fat people trying to dance, we moved next door to Faith Night Club.

Sloshedla

Now, at the risk of sounding old, why on earth is it £4 to get into places like that. I mean I get paying to see a show, or see a band live, but paying to listen to music that someone else is playing. I don’t get why everyone doesn’t do that in their own homes. And don’t be giving me none of that “Atmosphere” crap, it’s people that make an atmosphere not a venue.

Drunkola

Anyway, I think it was 2-for-1 drinks there too, I’d had a few too many by that point to notice what was going on anymore, besides, I couldn’t hear how much I was being charged for all the drinks I had in my possesion as the music was played, to quote Dylan Moran, “At a volume that made the chair next to me bleed”

Anyway, you’re only here to see the vital statistics:

3 pints of Guinness4.3%

2 Jagerbombs35%

4 Blue WKD5%

1 Dissorano and coke28%

1 Morgans & Ginger35%

1 Apple Sourz Shot15%

Which totals about 181%

No wonder I felt a wee bit tipsy.

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