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A Drunken Late-Night Conversation With Mates

After the England game last week, when we crashed out of Euro 2012 on penalties (again, penalties, always penalties!) me and my friends A and J went to the local park to have a kick-about (yes, at 12pm, yes, we were fairly drunk). We didn’t do it for very long though because it was dark and there weren’t many street lights near the grassy bit. So we decided to make our way over to the playground, and we went on the swings and the roundabout, because we’re that cool. We stayed there for over an hour because we were talking.

What were we talking about? Well, we were all guys, A had just broken up with his girlfriend, and J is constantly having little problems with his girlfriend. So naturally the topic, for most of the time, was sex. Firstly, A and J asked each other what they’d done sexually and stuff like that. Then A started talking about how he “hadn’t had sex in 5 weeks” and so was “so fucking horny”; he said he “couldn’t imagine how [I] must feel”, having never had sex at all, that it must be “unbelievably difficult”; I said “you have no idea”. Then J said how he was having a housewarming party for his new uni house he’s moving into in September, and how we should go to it, and then A suggested that him and J should ‘get me laid’. J said that there’s this girl he knows who kept flirting with him, saying she was looking for “a nice guy” and that maybe they could try and hook me up with her. I went along with it because I know it won’t happen, but their hearts are in the right place.

My friend J then went on to talk about his girlfriend, M, which I won’t really go into here. Basically, they’ve been together for over 4 years but, for various reasons, some justifiable and some not so much, she’s still very insecure about their relationship (for example, they can basically never go anywhere or do anything without each other). Although their relationship is strong, this continues and it a continuous source of low-level annoyance for J. By the end of this conversation it was about 1:30pm and they insisted that I could not walk back alone, and so I stayed at J’s house. They are such good friends, it was such a great night.

Just a shame about England…


Awesome Next Few Days

The next few days are going to be great. I’m going over to a friend’s house tonight, a few of us are going to have a few beers and sleep over, then we’re getting up and going to London to the Hard Rock Calling festival in Hyde Park. J-O has moved on from the second family but is not yet with a third, so she may meet me at the station and have lunch with us (unfortunately she doesn’t have the money to go to it with us, even though I offered to pay half the money), which would be great considering I didn’t see her on her day off yesterday.

We’re coming back from London that night, and then on Saturday I’m having my 20th birthday party at a local pub, which is always good fun. Given recent events though, I don’t think I’ll be doing much drinking. But we’ll see. Have a good weekend readers, I know I will 🙂

Interesting St Patrick’s Day

Man, Thursday was in many ways my first proper St Patrick’s Day (I’m half Irish, so have more of an excuse than most to celebrate it). I was in the Portsmouth Student’s Union from 12, by which time it was already packed with students. I had my first Guinness (yeah, I’m a late starter, I know) and also my second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh Guinness’. By the time I was ready for my eighth, 8pm, they’d run out of it. Well they were only £2.20 a pint (for St Patrick’s Day only). After drinking five, I got a free inflatable Guinness glass to go with my Guinness hat and Irish flag I already had. (Also, they were playing Father Ted, one of my favorite TV shows, which was great. I watch them so much that even on one episode where the bar staff forgot to turn the subtitles on, I knew mostly what they were saying and it still made me laugh.)

Anyway, me and a friend left the Union shortly after 8 to go to a friend of my friend’s house. At which point my friend said he had left about 1/3 of a bottle of rum there, which we preceded to drink. Not the best idea, I realised later (which I’ll come to). We also went to a shop and bought some beers – I bought a six pack of Bud bottles, of which I drank two before heading home.

I think it was ‘hitting the air’ – i.e. going outside – that did it. From the moment I stepped out of my friend’s friend’s house, I remember very little. What I do remember is almost losing my phone on the train back, and running to the guard to help me look for it, and thankfully he found it. According to my parents I stank of booze when I came back, and apparently when walking from the station, my arms were going like crazy even though I wasn’t actually walking that fast. That’s not the worst of it. What I do remember, is that when I was sitting in my room (apparently after being sick once in the toilet) I was sick twice. Right in the middle of my floor. My mum cleaned it up, me apologising several times as she was doing it. As she said the next day, she did not mind too much because I’ve not done it before.

That rum was not a good idea, I think that’s what pushed me over the edge. When I told my parents that I’d had it, the next day, my dad told me not to mention rum because he had a bad experience with it before which he can’t even really bear thinking about. I have also discovered more embarrassing things I did/said on that day, involving J-O, but I will discuss those in a later post. Suffice to say, I was very embarrassed when I was told about it.

Drunken Texts

It’s funny, people texting when drunk. Or more often, annoying. One of my friends has the habit of sending texts when he is drunk, usually waking me up because of it, so now I’ve got myself into the habit of turning my phone off every night. A different friend sent me a text at 2am one night, waking me up, which was so frustrating, I couldn’t believe it. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t have my phone set to bleep every 10 minutes if I haven’t read a newly received text. Admittedly I could turn that off, but I can’t really because I don’t check my phone otherwise, so I’d miss lots of texts.

The only drunken texts that are ok are the ones from J-O. Partly it’s to do with the fact Bulgaria is 2 hours ahead, so they never come in at ungodly hours, but mostly because they’re actually sweet and not annoying. It’s only happened three times, but those three times have always been sweet texts about how much she wants to be close to me, which is great, especially compared to the annoying drunken texts from my mates that either say something stupid, or say something completely indecipherable.

Funny Female Thoughts

It’s strange, when you’re sitting down somewhere and you can clearly hear them talking, you can’t help but listen. This isn’t always a good thing – like when I overheard this woman arguing with her boyfriend over him wanting to go beat-up one of her ex’s – but sometimes it can be quite funny.

Take today for example. I was in a lecture and there were these girls sitting in the row behind me. I could clearly hear them talking about the merits and downsides of going out and drinking. But then one of them said, when talking about ’embarrassing things’ or similar when drunk, that “I hold the view that if you don’t remember it, then it didn’t happen”. And I just thought, ‘yeah, I bet if your mind you still consider yourself a virgin!’.

What a stupid thing to say…

Third Clubbing Experience

Well I’ve now been clubbing a total of three times! Isn’t it so rebellious and amazing of me? That’s just how I roll! But seriously, I am beginning to enjoy it more and want to do it more. On Tuesday (student night here in Southampton) me and some friends met at my house for some pre-drinks then went on to town. By the end of the pre-drinks I was already fairly drunk and, as such, ready and raring for town.

Unfortunately, because we walked from my house we got there after 10pm and so had to pay to get in to the clubs. Luckily it only costs a few quid even when you have to pay. I went to get a drink and I got this really bitchy girl behind the bar that told me off for forgetting to say ‘please’. I never expected to get tips on politeness from somebody working in a place where people get pissed and get off with random girls. Geeez. Later on one of my friends tried to get me with some girls, but I turned away because I have J-O and besides, they probably wouldn’t like me anyway so it didn’t matter.

Then we moved onto Reflex where I received another random telling-off from a bouncer, who claimed I ‘didn’t look like I understood a word he was telling me’ when he didn’t hear me respond to his question about if I had my student ID. He then decided to give me a talking-to as if I had done something wrong, declaring that he ‘didn’t want any trouble’ from me and that if I started ‘swaying around all over the place’ then I would be thrown out. What a complete dickhead. But then I suppose all bouncers are. Anyway, once I was (finally) let inside after insisting I was fine (which I was, he was just deaf as a doorpost) I had a pretty good time. Reflex is great if you go there near the end of the night because you and everybody else are so drunk that you don’t care that you’re dancing to really cheesy 80s music (it’s an 80s themed club) and have such a fun time. At one point me and my friends even ended up on the stage-y bit and danced there, which I never thought I would see myself doing. I suppose anything is possible when you’re pissed. Most of your inhibitions leave you, something I desperately (as any regular reader will know) need.


I went clubbing for the second time ever on Tuesday. Yeah, you heard me. I’m 19, I’m a university student yet this is only the second time in my life I’ve been clubbing. I’ve just never really seen it as my type of thing. But Tuesday was great. It was for my friend J’s birthday, and we all met up at his house first for pre-drinks. I had a few beers and some apple sours, for which I was laughed at by one of my friends for supposedly being a ‘woman’s drink’, even though a male friend first introduced me to it. But I digress. Then we got a lift from several people into town.

We started off by going into Reflex to get stamped while it was free, then went into 90 Degrees to do the same, except we actually stayed there, for most of the night. I had a few more beers (somehow I wasn’t already that drunk, which is strange because I’m usually gone after 4 – 5 pints) and then J offered me a taste vodka and coke. Never having tried it before, but being told it was ‘very drinkable’ (I like coca-cola a lot) I decided to get one for myself. I immediately loved it. I had a few of those in 90 Degrees, and had a very good time dancing (well, slightly moving to the music – ‘dancing’ is a bit of an exaggeration) and drinking.

Towards the end we went into Reflex when I did almost what you might call dancing, as 80s music (it’s an 80s themed club) can be really catchy and make you want to dance along to them. The only downside was that they didn’t allow drinks on the ‘dancefloor’ (presumably because as a more dancing-orientated club with an actual ‘proper’ dancefloor, they suddenly need all these rules) so I was forced to simply watch my friends dancing from the sidelines if I wanted to drink. Reflex was the place where the ‘quote of the night’ was uttered, when J’s cousin (who was quite drunk by this point) looked at the glitterballs in the ceiling, saw the biggest one and said ‘That’s the biggest disco ball I’ve ever seen! It’s almost as big as the Death Star!’ which I, as a fellow Star Wars fan, couldn’t agree more with.

And that was pretty much it. The result of the night is that I now love vodka and coke and want to go into town with my friend’s more often. Probably won’t happen though. So my next club outing might not be for another year, or perhaps never. Oh well. At least I enjoyed that night.

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