Right, there was a birthday drinks thing on the Tuesday. FINE.
Then, she decides to go clubbing two days later, in Central London. For me, this is just plain greedy. This happened earlier in the year when someone had a party at Orange RockCorps. Right, first off, that's not a party. They all had to do community service to get tickets to it, which is actually a good idea to get people involved. 'Tis a shame the line-up is always utter shit. Then, she had another picnic party where we had a water fight and played hide-and-seek. This is an 18th by the way. Shambles. I found a place to buy six cans of Strongbow. Drank it. There we go.
That was a nice interlude. Club was called On Anon. Looked it up on Google Maps to find the place and there were reviews of an average 1.5 stars. This evening looked like it would be a massive flop. Ergh, I hate being right...not really. I LOVE IT.
Got there just after 9:30, so I had to pay entry. Fuck. Got my arse squeezed by the bouncer. Fuck. Went inside to buy entry and got this exchange:
"By yourself?"
"My friends are upstairs."
"Aww, but you're by yourself?"
Patronising bitch.
Went up. Out group seemed to be half the people in this club. It's nearly 10. FUCK. A lot of Asian jokes that everybody gets but me and the other white person there. Great. A lot of complaining about Asian men looking at them, despite wearing low cut tops and short skirts. Such double standards. At least, I think they are. Do not truly know what "double standard" means. Ergh, fuck.
Crap music. Crap club. Good drinks, but at crap prices. Oh dear.
Two hour trip home. Nothing notable. Man with ponytail at bus stop wouldn't get off of his mail order bride.
Got home and just fell into a daze. Put some Barry White on. Pathetic. I hope nobody ever has a birthday again.
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