Up early(ish) - toast and nice coffee.
Clattered from last night still. Lee dropped us off at Regent Centre. Bus home.
Texts flying in from the Heaton lot. "A couple of drinks is all we're out for" - cool, I can do that.
Off to Noire/Echo. Few pints in there, quite a throng of us now. Dan, Alana, Tracey, Charley, Maya, John, Kylie and me. Mint!
Taxi to town with a view to another pint or two then home. This didn't happen.
Indigo, to the bar, 1st round of drinks ordered to find John can't get in as he's got trainers on. The doormen don't seem to mind I have trainers on...
Drinks inhaled, off to Opera. Muchos, muchos cocktails. Beverly Hills Iced Teas. Uber drunk now.
Supposed to be off home but next thing I know, I find myself dancing, on a stage, in Beyond with a group of lasses. Bus home? Nah. This is great!!
Had a bit bother in the loos. As I'm trying to wash my hands, the 'toilet assistant' squirts soap into my hands. Handy but unnecessary. Goes to leave the loos when he physically stops me! Reckons I owe him money! I say I owe him nothing because I didn't ask him to. He says it's his job. He stops me leaving the toilets several times till I tell him if he does it again, I'll have him done for assault. His 'mate' says he's off to get the 'authorities' - I welcome this knowing I've done bugger all wrong.
5 burly doormen storm the loos, ascertain this kid's being a tool, give him some verbal grief and apologise to me.
Sorted. What a plank.
Danced some more then got the last bus home - wicked night.
Tried Xbox, no go. Tried watching a film, uh-uh, ain't happening.
Puts some tunes on, this is better... awake at 6am on the sofa, fully clothed.
Awesome.
Food; Toast & coffee. Dixy Chicken Burgers.
Gripe; Toilet assistants!
Game; n/a, I'm simply not playing *folds arms*
