Sunday, September 30, 2007

Havin' it large

So I was out on the town with who I shall collectively call 'mah bitches' last night. Well, kind off. For a bit, anyway.

Basically, it was a mate's birthday during the week, and she'd done a sedate sit-down meal thing on the day, and decided that she also wanted to large it in a club. When she first announced this idea I was all "yeah, awesome, I haven't been to a club in *ages*," but come Saturday morning I was sitting on my sofa thinking "y'know, maybe I should blow the whole thing out and watch my Battlestar Galactica season three boxset. In one sitting."

Having already said yes, though, my conscience kicked in, so I pulled on my posh shoes and off I went.

Our first, pre-club port of call was a bar called Barcadia. Ohmygod, I almost turned round and went straight home then. I don't think it's so much that I feel old in these sort of place these days, but I just like being able to get a drink easily, find somewhere to sit down, and have a good ol' chat with my mates, rather than feel like I'm on a rush-hour tube train, wait the best part of 15 minutes to be served by a vacuous woman who genuinely looks like she doesn't know how to serve a coke, then spend the next hour shouting "WHA?! I-I CAN'T HEA- I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

Onto the club.

Birthday girl had put us on the fast-track queue and guest list thingy, which actually meant that we queued for exactly the same amount of time but on the lefthand side of the building rather than the right, and then despite her having a printed email from the club that said we'd get a super-cheap discounted entry fee, they claimed a word was missing and tried to stiff us. Birthday girl is fortunately quite argumentative, though. Anyway, after having to show some ID (WTF!? I haven't had to do that for *years*), then having to empty my pockets in front of a very masculine-looking security woman, we eventually we got in.

Erm… and that was about it. We walked around, bumped into two guys dressed as Shrek and Scooby-Doo, had a little dance, bitched about some people's clothes (there were some truly awful outfits), and then sat down. There were no "handsy women" as Marcosy had suggested there would be when I told him I was going, although I did find a mirrored wall where I could grind against myself in a comedy fashion.

I was home by 1:30am.

Now I'm going to go watch some Battlestar Galactica.

Perhaps the most awesome part of the evening was Caz's decision to do fancy dress for her birthday in January - she's thinking pirates or superheroes!


Inexplicable DeVice said...

Ug. Clubbing.

MirrorMe went out last night and came back with rather a large grin on his face - Are you sure that was your reflection you were grinding against?

Ooh, fancy dress! Which would be your theme of choice?

Tim said...

Yes, it was definitely my reflection. Sorry.

Um, fancy dress… Well, I've done the superhero thing before, so I know I could do that again! Superheroes probably appeal more than pirates, even if the latter would give me the opportunity to dress up as Cap'n Jack Sparrow!

Dinah said...

I much prefer the sit down way of going out, and staying in. Have you cracked open the Battlestar Galactica yet?

Inexplicable DeVice said...

Oh, come on. You want to go as Cap'n Sparrow so you can wear lashings of eyeliner!

Uh oh. Could this be the resurgence of your emoism?

Tara said...

Sounds like a mildly awkward yet somewhat fun party. I find that I get IDed usually when I dress in T-shirt and jeans, but sometimes I can't predict it.

T-Bird said...

I loved getting carded by neanderthal security guards. I am sure they see us coming and decide to give us a little thrill "Oooh! I still look 18!"


Anyway, that's usually what happens when a gaggle of girls are out.

Oooh! A pirate costume party would awesome!

Tim said...

Dinah - Dear god, yes - I've only got eight episodes to go!!!

Inexplicable Device - The suggestion of me wearing eyeliner did come up…

Tara - In a way it's quite nice to be IDed, because that suggests they genuinely think you may still be at school, but the guy just looked intently at my driver's license which made me think he was just memorizing my personal details.

T-Bird - A pirate party would be awesome. I can make the girls walk my plank! Arrr, does the words 'jolly roger' come to mind?

Inexplicable DeVice said...

Tim! Your reply to T-Bird has left me a little... unsteady.

Must. Concentrate.

Anyway, MJ has an, let's just say 'interesting', post today...

Tim said...

Pull yourself together man!

T-Bird said...

That is precisely why a pirate party is what your friend should go for (operation strong arm plank tactics should begin... now)

Just don't let her Pretty Polly sit on your shoulder for too long.

Dora & Tina said...

Last time T-Bird and I hit a club she got a crack on at the ATM and then said he had a nice butt.

We both spilt alcohol on the floor at different times of the night and I danced with my hands in the air.

Then we were tired and went home. It was about 12pm.


Tim said...

T-Bird - Why, because it leaves IDV all wobbly?

Dora - That's awesome. I danced with my hands in the air - pushing the ceiling-stylee! Oh, yeah…

Inexplicable DeVice said...

Actually, a pair of 20 denier Pretty Polly's on your shoulder would probably make me convulse.

With laughter.