I have missed out about a week on this blog, because I do not remember the events in much detail. I saw some people, had a few drinks, played some football, I think. Whatever. Not that eventful. If I saw people in this time gap, then be more interesting or remind me to write it in this blog earlier. That would mean you were reading this. Ha!
Right, two birthday parties on the same day. Well...one and a half. PhD (I think that's what I called her) didn't celebrate her birthday because of exams, so she delayed it until the summer. When I am lacking funds. Some people just are not considerate of other people's bank balances. Whatever. The other party was at "fun-club-and-reasonably-shit-night", Oceana. Oh dear. It was on a student night when university is finished. So there are no students. Is it me? Am I the only one that sees this? Am I the only one that knows it will be a crap night? Let's continue...
I was drunk in the early morning and decided to confirm my attendance at Oceana with a lovely Facebook message, something about me being able to get drunk off of my own breath. The general gist of the embarrassing message was, "I am attending". That message more or less sends you to your grave. It's like a marriage proposal. You can't get out of it. For life.
Firstly, PhD's party at Nando's. This place confuses me. It's neither a restaurant nor a fast food place. They do not serve fast food, but expect you to get your own cutlery and order at the till. Weird. Surreal. Hmmm. Any fucking way, I turn up with a friend (that was invited, I'm an arsehole), only to find out that there is tension in the group. Somebody is now going out with somebody else's crush. This is an 18.5th birthday. Grow the fuck up everyone. After listening to this boring tale, I start talking to Sensible and delude myself into believing that I have a "shot" with her. My mind needs to shut up and see some sense. Wake up and smell the coffee, as idiots say.
Suddenly, I get wind of people going to the pub. People that I like. Going to the pub. The pub that I like. Nearer to my house than that awful club. Wheels start to turn.
I CAN GO TO THE PUB INSTEAD!
If there's something that I learn from this, it is never have an individual thought again. Attracts nothing but trouble.
Sensible laughs at my jokes. My work is done. Me and my friend leave for the pub, whilst I ignore every call I get frm the birthday girl, wondering my location. I eventually answer one and respond with "I'm on my way. Go into the club and I'll see you there." I'm such an idiot. It's unbelievable. I haven't even found the correct bus stop yet.
Eventually, we get to the bus stop to meet somebody who thinks that he is P. Diddy/Usher/Generic Black Urban Artist. He cannot read and supports Arsenal. I wonder what day it is and he stops me to say, "It's Monday. Hard to keep track. Time goes...so fast."
...WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!
The bus arrives and a rotund man turns around and says, "Guys, the bus is here."
...WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! I'M NOT YOUR GUY!
Take the bus to the pub, general banter, pool, money lost on quiz machine. Nice evening. Followed by illegal activities with my friend, his brother and his brother's mates. Mint.
NEXT MORNING:
Birthday Girl's status: Some cunts are just rude.
Unliked my comment about turning up.
Bitches.
Fucking overreaction. I hope your party was absolute shit. My caring for your feelings went...so fast.
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