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!