Last night I got very drunk with some lovely people at a lovely person’s house. We all watched and sang along to Sweeney Todd, openly talked about BDSM, and then I fell asleep on my best friend. I was in a foul mood before he came over to pick me up and I’m so glad we went.
Last night was indie night at the bar, which was painful for a long while, but then a lovely boy requested The Smiths and The Cure, and we talked about Dorothy Parker and Sylvia Plath. It ended up being an excellent night.
Okay so after all that fuss last night, I ended up having one of the best nights ever.
It was the farewell gig of a band that I like, and I’m friends with both guitarists and the drummer. I ended up being told to come down and went for a walk with one of my closer mates to steal one of his cigs.
I’d seen Rhodes play live before, and I’m so so glad I went to their last show. They played for a full hour after their set was supposed to finish. They played better than I’ve ever heard them, and I danced the hardest I’ve ever danced at a show. The music was incredible, and so were the people. I was “sweating like a nun in a brothel” as my mother so beautifully phrased it.
Afterwards, I caught up with so many people and made friends with so many more. People I’ve never met before know my name! I got told I was attractive by a couple people, and that I’m a cracking lass and good fun and excellent by so many more. Some of my better friends decided to pretend to doubt the fact I have a cracking rack, and they all ended up feeling my boobs and it was hilarious. People gave me cigarettes, the birthday girl bought us each a jug of reacharound, and I had enthusiastic passionate conversations about Doctor Who and they understood what I felt!
I came out because I was told to by one of my very close friends who is very very possibly going to be my new flatmate. One of his friends asked me about it (which means that my friend told him that it’s a thing and it’s not just a sort-of offer) and told me to watch out for him coming on to me (which means he’s not been told about the sex), and then later on I found the two of them sat in a car sharing a cig and they said they’d just been talking about me and the fact I have a vagina. So there’s that.
We all sang along to Tenacious D at the end of the night and it was magic. I like hanging out with the lads, it’s the best fun. There was intense air guitar, jumping, and I do believe a couple power ballad fists were wapped out during Tribute.
People were sad about leaving for uni, and some of them said they were a bit sad because we wouldn’t be able to go out drinking again til christmas.
I’m going to be quite sad when I’m not a 20min walk away from that bar any more. It’s begun to feel like home, and the people feel like family.
I am drink’d.
Wine at Uncle T’s restaurant, and it would have been rude to say no to the third double rum from daddy down the pub.
I never go for food or drinks with the family. It was nice.
Also, green dress makes my boobs look almost as fab as the red one.
This has been a post.
Amazing night. May tell you stories tomorrow, but it’s my sister’s birthday, I’m working this afternoon, and then having a family meal.
It’s only just hit me that my best friend’s leaving tomorrow morning. I did the two mile walk of shame in floods of tears.
One of the bands on Friday that I’d not seen before were really fucking good. The singer asked for my number and the drummer’s talking to me on facebook.
Fuck I love that bar.
Straight in from one person’s living room floor to get showered, pick up new clothes, and head out to someone else’s for the weekend.
Don’t miss me too much guys.
I seem to spend all my time getting drunk, on someone else’s floor, at a gig, or eating with people.
My life is, for the large part, really rather fab.
The party I went to last night was full of super musical people so there was a lot of guitars and singing and it was fucking ace. I got told I can sing. And that it sounds good. The fuck is this? News to me.
I mean, I know I can hold a tune but there were professional musicians and stuff there and people who are brutally honest and ohgod