Went out Friday night with my gf and bro to see Craig Charles (as in robot wars and red dwarf) perform a weird but very enjoyable mashup of funk soul and hip-hop set. Me and gf had a pill before getting in taxi and started coming up the moment we entered the club and could hear the music. The 3 of us necked a few shots of sambuca before heading to the dance floor. Danced and jumped around like lunatics for a a couple of hours before doing another pill.
My bro left relatively early due to work and me and gf were that fucked and we kept getting separated and just dancing with strangers. I started coming up off my second pill and was pretty much focused on all visuals going on when I felt someone start grinding up against me from behind. Barely registered it assuming it was my gf a begin gyrating back. This went on for 2-3 minutes when I turned round to kiss my gf, I think we were equally shocked when we looked at each other and saw a man’s face lol. He apologised profusely before walking over to the next hot looking blonde.
This is where it gets really funny. The next person he happened to approach was my gf who’d seen and laughed at the whole thing.
The price of a Kopparberg to chuck all over yourself jumping up and down £4
The price of a ticket to go see the legendary Craig ‘Lister’ Charles DJing £14
The look on the face when he tried hitting on my gf and she pointed out she’d just been watchingi him grinding with her boyfriend, Fucking Priceless!
Then I stumbled across an old friend in the club at around 3am. That could only mean 1 thing; AFTERPARTY!!!
He brought his gf with him and we spent about 8 hours neckin E and chonging until they pussied out coz they were to wrecked so left in a taxi.
My girlfriend who had promptly passed out after promising me hours of passionate pilled up love making left me last man standing.
So what do you do when you’re the last man standing at 1pm still off your tits? You soldier on with dregs of alcohol from unfinished bottles, smoke zoots and take the occasional pill just to keep me going til we hit night time again. And I can have another party with a different selection of friends.
Don’t remember all that much of the second night other than watching everything wobble a lot and proclaiming at 1 point I wanted a lava lamp strap on.
Safe to say I was fair messy lol. Anyway by 7am Sunday only one guy still soldiering on with me when he announces he needs to start considering sobering up and a few hours kip before going to collect his car and drive home. I offer him 3 x2mg xanax. Having never had any form of benzodiazepine before within 30 he was comatosed, problem being Id taken 6 and was still wanting to jump around to hardstyle. I stayed awake all day drifting in and out of reality whilst listening to music completely contented/monged out my mind toking the odd one skinner.
I’m still standing (although unstable). Just done another 4 xanax and rolling a final bedtime doob before bringing my epic weekend to an end I think.
