Last Night (monday)
At about 6pm, when I knew that most of my mates were back from work, I started the organising. As always, it was me that had to do it :groan:
Took me numerous phone calls and round trips but eventually I got seven other people that wanted to go so it was going to be a pretty good night. Or so I thought. During this process I managed to also drink three cans of Fosters, my favourite beer
Half of us went by taxi and the others got a lift (one of my mates -an accountant - had work the next day so he was coming back early). Anyway we got into town and first stop as always was the bank. Having blown £60 two nights earlier, I drew some out. Then we went to "The SPAR" a shop open 24/7 selling convenience goods, to get some fags for one of my mates. We then made our way to "Standing Order" my favourite pub/bar in the entire world. Bought a bottle of wine a Smirnoff Ice and Two shots of something or other
By about 11 most of them went straight to a club, but since i wanted to get well and truly battered I took one of my mates and we went to a luxury bar which was virtually empty! We got first choice of sofas and got the drinks in straight away. Since there was an offer on (3 vottles for £5) we drunk about 12 bottles of Red Square between us then set off to meet the rest of them in "Zanzibar"
On the way there I gave a tramp a fiver. I don't know why but there you go. The bouncer observed I was walking in zigzags but kindly let me in anyway. Went upstairs, met up with my mates and then the fun began

According to my mates I picked up, chewed and spat out a fag end, spilt seven pints all over the dance floor and smashed a bottle with my foot. The girls were in hysterics the guys were ashamed.
Two of them met this girl, they both wanted a piece but one of them was as bad as me so he didn't get anywhere

Eventually I started dancing with this fat girl :redface: who then nearly choked me with her tongue. It was at this point I ran up the stairs in shock, but tripped up and fell half the way back down again.
Eventually I got back on the dancefloor, just in time as Paul Van Dyk's classic For An Angel came on..at last! My dancing style was akin to a school boy playing tag in the playground I was told

Anyway me and the other drunk guy went to the toilet, where he told me that he'd just kissed another of my male friends. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry! When we got back down they'd all vanished (probably on purpose :groan: ). We couldn't find them so we got a taxi home, but forgot to stop the driver, paid an inflated £15 fare and then had to walk about half a mile
I was woken up lying on the field near my house by one of the other mates who we'd lost. I stumbled into bed and was woken up by my cat at 6AM. I looked at my watch and thought it was half eleven (my driving lesson was at half eleven). Tried to get up, fell over the TV and went back to sleep.
What a night
