Saturday night was Hodge's 21st. Really, i have a bit of a crush on that whole group. Everytime we see them we have so much fun. They're nice, they don't make any snide comments about how i look or how i act, they think i'm an absolute 'chiller' (not entirely sure why, but apparently it's a consensus), and we're always out until all hours dancing the night away. Woot! This weekend was no exception.
We spent four or five hours in the Griffins Head, listening to witty speeches with funny stories, catcnhing up with people that we'd not seen in awhile, drank franges (champagne sunrise) aplenty and, once we'd suitably settled into a tipsy comfortable-ness with old and new friends, started to dance. Atmostphere - good. Cute guys - check. Free drinks - yes! Compliments - plenty (the phrase 'all kinds of divine' was used in reference to my attire). Smiley Annabel.
After we got shepherded out of the GH, we walked to the Duke - this turned out to be more of a feat than we had expected. Aside from a general idea of where the Duke was in relation to where we were, we weren't to sure how far we'd have to walk. It turned out to be quite a way. The boys complained about the distance as much as the girls did - though i disparaged any right they claimed to have to complain. Eventually, we made it in at half price and without a line. More dancing, of the sweaty, loud and crowded variety ensued. Much jumping, yelling along, etc. I fended off one of the guys (whom i didn't know) who had a propensity to be butt-grabby in the most extreme way - i have no idea what the attraction to that is. Another guy was much less disgusting, earning himself the fabulous reward of my good favour. He was a sweetie. Granted, he and a friend wanted Bri and i to leave with them and take the party back to theirs, an offer which i declined in a very lady-like manner. But all was well, because he stayed with me anyway (even though his friend took the road less travelled and left Bri all alone).
My feet didn't last much longer, so we bailed and did the ever-dreadful taxi-search, culminating in a guy giving up his cab for us but warning us that the driver was creepy. When Bri got out, she called and stayed on the phone with me until i escaped the cab. That way, if he tried to kill me, she at least would be able to tell my parents.
It was an excellent night out. Wooooot for 21sts!
We spent four or five hours in the Griffins Head, listening to witty speeches with funny stories, catcnhing up with people that we'd not seen in awhile, drank franges (champagne sunrise) aplenty and, once we'd suitably settled into a tipsy comfortable-ness with old and new friends, started to dance. Atmostphere - good. Cute guys - check. Free drinks - yes! Compliments - plenty (the phrase 'all kinds of divine' was used in reference to my attire). Smiley Annabel.
After we got shepherded out of the GH, we walked to the Duke - this turned out to be more of a feat than we had expected. Aside from a general idea of where the Duke was in relation to where we were, we weren't to sure how far we'd have to walk. It turned out to be quite a way. The boys complained about the distance as much as the girls did - though i disparaged any right they claimed to have to complain. Eventually, we made it in at half price and without a line. More dancing, of the sweaty, loud and crowded variety ensued. Much jumping, yelling along, etc. I fended off one of the guys (whom i didn't know) who had a propensity to be butt-grabby in the most extreme way - i have no idea what the attraction to that is. Another guy was much less disgusting, earning himself the fabulous reward of my good favour. He was a sweetie. Granted, he and a friend wanted Bri and i to leave with them and take the party back to theirs, an offer which i declined in a very lady-like manner. But all was well, because he stayed with me anyway (even though his friend took the road less travelled and left Bri all alone).
My feet didn't last much longer, so we bailed and did the ever-dreadful taxi-search, culminating in a guy giving up his cab for us but warning us that the driver was creepy. When Bri got out, she called and stayed on the phone with me until i escaped the cab. That way, if he tried to kill me, she at least would be able to tell my parents.
It was an excellent night out. Wooooot for 21sts!
3 comments:
I heard you got pretty loose on Saturday night!
Interesting.....
haha, check ur facts. not too loose!
Well, this is true. You did state you did not go home. But that does not mean you did not get smashed :p
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