Ohh, how indebted i am to the wonderful Jo at A1 Computers, who fixed my computer within the day. Hurrah! Even though that means that the hours and hours i spent last night re-writing the first half of my essay is more or less a write-off, because now i've recovered the original... but whatever. All is well. And i'm taking a quick study break to tell you all about my awesome sunday night, and then it's back to the grindstone.
I'll admit, in my emo-state, i wasn't all that keen to go out at first. Loz turned up in her fancy, summer wear and my nice winter outfit had to be redesigned. Eventually, i hauled myself out of the house. We hit up Fumo Blu first... and started to steadily make our way through the cocktail list. Conveniently seated right at the bar, we had none of that pesky waiting in line. We could just hail the bartenders over to where we were perched on our very slippery seats. We tried quite a wide range; there was the sickly sweet 'toblerone', and the bitter 'laced nikkers', then the blue 'blue smoke', plus an appletini and a number of pink wonders - 'manik pink', 'gone in 60 seconds' and a 'moulin rouge'... We shared them all and ate all of the fruit from the glasses. Tasty!! SB joined us and we continued to party in the blue lit wonderland of sugary drinks.
Next stop: the Elephant. Another round of drinks infront of us, and some guy turned up to our table. He introduced himself as Atilla. Apparently, he's Hungarian and his fathers name is also Atilla. As in Atilla the hun. It's very popular over there... however, some dude called him Laurence, so who knows what his real name was. The dude had just turned 18, but tried his luck on with us older ladies, going so far as to trying to pimp out his mates to us too. Atilla was pretty funny, so i was happy to entertain him. I got three birthday handshakes and an apology for his being too stingy to buy me a drink to celebrate.
We left the young men (emphasis on the young) and Loz and i made our way down dodgy old Hindley street, past gaggles of creepy men making appreciative noises at the two girls freezing their asses off in the bitingly cold weather and their silly dresses. We found Jive and went in to meet up with Loz's friends. Then it was time for tequila!!! Yummy. And raspberry vodka, because we'd not had a pink drink in about an hour and a half. I ran into an old school friend who i'd not seen in yonks - since our last town encounter - and then it was time to dance. Loz and i hit the d-floor for a bit of a boogie... and they had the BEST music EVER - - - they played Fratellis, Razorlight AND the kooks. It was beyond awesome. You never hear good music like that in the clubs i frequent. Hurrah!! Some more crazy dancing went down, and Bobbert (Loz's bf) and i did our usual love (hey Loz, we're in love, you're out) / hate (hey Loz, ur bf/bff sucks) routine. Loz's friends are really nice and they all made an effort to be nice - but in the kind of way that doesn't make it seem like an effort. The boys made a fuss of me and my birthday, and decided i wasn't smiling enough so made it their job to make me smile even more. Fun times. Then it was time to leave.
Loz and Bobbert grabbed some pizza, then we stood in line at the taxi rank for forty-five minutes. Without shoes, because our feet hurt. And shivering, because it was freezing and we were barely wearing any clothes. I saw another guy friend of mine in the line who i'd not seen in awhile and he was nice and warm, so that was nice. Finnnnnally, we made it into a cab and home.
3.30am. Not bad! It ended up being an awesome night out. Good friends, good drinks, good music, good dancing... It was lots of fun!! Thanks to Loz for pulling me out of my funk - and shouting me an awful lot of drinks! Hurrah for birthdays.
I'll admit, in my emo-state, i wasn't all that keen to go out at first. Loz turned up in her fancy, summer wear and my nice winter outfit had to be redesigned. Eventually, i hauled myself out of the house. We hit up Fumo Blu first... and started to steadily make our way through the cocktail list. Conveniently seated right at the bar, we had none of that pesky waiting in line. We could just hail the bartenders over to where we were perched on our very slippery seats. We tried quite a wide range; there was the sickly sweet 'toblerone', and the bitter 'laced nikkers', then the blue 'blue smoke', plus an appletini and a number of pink wonders - 'manik pink', 'gone in 60 seconds' and a 'moulin rouge'... We shared them all and ate all of the fruit from the glasses. Tasty!! SB joined us and we continued to party in the blue lit wonderland of sugary drinks.
Next stop: the Elephant. Another round of drinks infront of us, and some guy turned up to our table. He introduced himself as Atilla. Apparently, he's Hungarian and his fathers name is also Atilla. As in Atilla the hun. It's very popular over there... however, some dude called him Laurence, so who knows what his real name was. The dude had just turned 18, but tried his luck on with us older ladies, going so far as to trying to pimp out his mates to us too. Atilla was pretty funny, so i was happy to entertain him. I got three birthday handshakes and an apology for his being too stingy to buy me a drink to celebrate.
We left the young men (emphasis on the young) and Loz and i made our way down dodgy old Hindley street, past gaggles of creepy men making appreciative noises at the two girls freezing their asses off in the bitingly cold weather and their silly dresses. We found Jive and went in to meet up with Loz's friends. Then it was time for tequila!!! Yummy. And raspberry vodka, because we'd not had a pink drink in about an hour and a half. I ran into an old school friend who i'd not seen in yonks - since our last town encounter - and then it was time to dance. Loz and i hit the d-floor for a bit of a boogie... and they had the BEST music EVER - - - they played Fratellis, Razorlight AND the kooks. It was beyond awesome. You never hear good music like that in the clubs i frequent. Hurrah!! Some more crazy dancing went down, and Bobbert (Loz's bf) and i did our usual love (hey Loz, we're in love, you're out) / hate (hey Loz, ur bf/bff sucks) routine. Loz's friends are really nice and they all made an effort to be nice - but in the kind of way that doesn't make it seem like an effort. The boys made a fuss of me and my birthday, and decided i wasn't smiling enough so made it their job to make me smile even more. Fun times. Then it was time to leave.
Loz and Bobbert grabbed some pizza, then we stood in line at the taxi rank for forty-five minutes. Without shoes, because our feet hurt. And shivering, because it was freezing and we were barely wearing any clothes. I saw another guy friend of mine in the line who i'd not seen in awhile and he was nice and warm, so that was nice. Finnnnnally, we made it into a cab and home.
3.30am. Not bad! It ended up being an awesome night out. Good friends, good drinks, good music, good dancing... It was lots of fun!! Thanks to Loz for pulling me out of my funk - and shouting me an awful lot of drinks! Hurrah for birthdays.
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