Good friend turns 18. Attendance required.
BBQ at his swinging pad first of all while we argue what time to get there at the club. We do want free entry to the scum palace after all. We decide for 9:30 and I have no clohtes for clubbing. Therefore, I go home to the other side of the city, get changed and take the long trip to the club before the rest get there. I start to drink the bar dry whilst the others are not allowed in, except the birthday boy and others who came earlier. Still a sausage fest.
Drinking. Drinking. Still drinking.
Eventually saw a girl I knew, let's call her Kerry, with her friend Shannon. Have you noticed the Irish connection yet? Quite interested in Kerry so got dancing away. Response was good, encouraging, but unfortunately, she has a boyfriend, so I did not try anything else. Saying I should have? Where the fuck were you dragged up?
I got home, after clubbing my arse off, and found out that she was not actually in a relationship. Ergh.
This is one of the many occasions where fate + ignorance cockblocks me.
The rest of the night is faded in boozy memory. Someone asked me for a fag and I told them to go to the vending machine, and they did. Fascinating.
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