Another birthday. Another 18th birthday. Do people not realise that my stamina is limited without forcing myself to be fraternise with people that annoy me? Oh well. Moan over. Let's do some more moaning.
I genuinely thought that this would be fine. It was at a bar reasonably near me, so if it turned out to be drier than the Sahara (heard that metaphor before? Everyone has.), I could easily go home. The bar was also having a student night, so it wouldn't be that expensive. I could probably spend less than a tenner and it would be fine. Some people I hadn't talked to in a while, women people, would be there, so it had potential. However, newly born babies all have the potential to become the next fascist dictator that will shape their country for years to come, but most end up with Job Seekers' Allowance. See where I'm going with this?
Arrived there to find the birthday girl smoking with her sister. Her sister who is only 17 in an 18-and-over bar. My common sense started tingling, I said Happy Birthday and went in to see the rest of the crowd. Before the small talk, I went to the bar and ordered a typical teenager drink (it comes in a pint glass) and was charged over three pounds.
"Isn't it Student Night?"
"Yeah. Still the same prices though."
Oh fucking dear.
Small talk. Somebody was depressed, I found out the next day that she had broken up with ehr boyfriend. And I made jokes about him all night. Oh well. Wasn't a great friendship anyway. Our table was on the "dancefloor" so we had to move, while we eyed up a man who took up a booth all to himself. Why did we care? The booth could fit six at most and there were ten of us. I hang around with the biggest bunch of cretins sometimes. Eventually, people I knew from a few years back came in, people that actually have a decent social life. Made small talk with them for 20 minutes, didn't actually feel like small talk. I wish I was with them. They also brought some talent with them. Some talent. However, I knew I had no chance, so I didn't waste my time. We all breathed a sigh of relief.
Now, we get ludicrous. One of the friends invited was 17 and couldn't get in. So we all left.
"This place wasn't 'live' anyway!"
"It's 9:30..." You utter moron
So we went to a place that was supposed to be a club, how the 17-year-olds would get into the club, I do not know. Turned out to not be a club, but a shisha bar that had salsa lessons on the top floor. I nearly used "The Emergency Gun" to put myself out of this torment and misery. Then there was sitting on grass. I went to the off license and bought six bottles of beer, which I drank within 20 minutes. Help me. That is obviously a cry for help. Notice it and make this night ununbearable. Or just bearable.
At this point, we went back to the bar, which was now packed with people, told the 17s to fuck the hell off. And danced for half an hour, before I decided enough was enough. I need to survive this crap.
I left. I had chicken on the way home. Simple pleasures.
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