My 18th!
My birthdays are usually a tad, well, shite. This year I was looking forward to continue that tradition. The day started with a late get up and some birthday snooker with old pal Graham. Everything was dandy and after a few hours I went home. The evening planned was to be spent having dinner with Solmi who had invited me the week previous. This invitation was strange and I had my suspicions of a surprise party, it wasn’t that i didn’t want a surprise party but that i didn’t one that would be so decidedly average and crap that it would haunt me for years to come.
What’s worse that spending a Birthday with people you barely like and having to smile and pretend your having fun? I was set on getting utterly trashed no matter how the nights proceedings panned. I was so suspicious of a surprise party as I had previously planned one for Dave a few months back and thought he would have to oblige me with the same thoughtfulness.
The problem with my social life is it’s split into nice lil seperate none compatible groups who on the face of it just don’t really mix well. When I walked up those stairs I kind of expected a few faces there, but what really touched me was the faces who I would have least imagined to be there were. These included Jin, Chris and Monika. Guess a bit of me was disappointed that Harri D S and none of the year below whom I thought I was friends with turned up. That’s life I guess. My surprised look was quite something, fucking drama students.
Drunk a tad, Jin drunk more. Headed to Weatherspoons, Jin bought a round, I bought another. Presents included a couple of cards, one of which is so good! I’ve always secretly looked on in envy at girls birthday parties where they get rather meticulously crafted birthday cards adorned with poems and what not, so was rather grateful when I received my very own. Also received some hand painted canvas to hang up which I was delighted with. A pretty weird yet funny suicide book and a card telling me what a shite I was. I am.
4 double diet coke and vodkas, 2 Malibu and orange, 2 Malibu and coke, 4 Archers and lemonade, 10 pints of San Miguel and 5 pints of what must have been Stella were consumed before we headed off again to Bacchus. What was meant to be a hip hop night turned out to be grunge or metal and we promptly got carried outside by 4 burly bouncers. Words were said and a few pushes here and there. Fun start to the evening, we then thought heading to the Works would be good.
The group of roughly 20 dwindled to 7 by the time we reached the door. 3 of us got in, including me. The rest waited outside for us to attempt the daring. Open the fire escape while the rest clambered in. This as you’d expect, lead to all of us getting kicked out.
Chris rather not amused, threw a shopping trolley in the vague vicinity of the bouncers, they weren’t amused. 4 clambered on Chris as he valiantly tried to fight them off. There he would stay until the club closed a good 1hr and a half later being tortured and restrained, or so the story goes. Met Chris’s girlfriend, a rather sweet timid creature. I’ll leave it for another time to explain how Chris loves to curdle the minds of the sweet and innocent.