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yesterday me and zane went to brighton. brighton is a beachfront town in england reknowned for gays and hippies.
we arrived in brighton, checked into our hotel, then sat on the beach drinking beer for hours. when it got late we went on the hunt for nightclubs hoping to find some rave spots and cheap drugs. the only place that was open and busy was called kulture so we went in and bought some drinks. a double vodka coke (me) and regular sized bottle of peroni set me back just under £10 ($19.70). we wisely decided to find some cheap drinks somewhere else and come back around midnight. we found a place with really really cheap drinks so i got 10 shots or something and continued to get plastered. we went back to kulture were we rembered that it was brasilian night. it was bumping by this point (around midnight) so we didnt mind. after dancing to alot of sambas and such zane decides to buy some more beers even though i insisted i didnt want one (he heard yes instead of no man, i'll puke) leaving him to drink them both which was a bad idea. he disapears a bit later but i thought he had just gone somewhere for a cig, so no biggie i kept groving out to the brasilian grooves. around this time i started to realise how i was probably the only non brasilian on the dancefloor when the band was yelling stuff and everyone was hands in the air replying, all in spanish. it closed at 3 and i went looking for zane. i meandered drunkely back to the hotel where i found zane smelling of puke. those last 2 peronis had pushed him over the edge and he had stumbled back to the hotel puking occasionally. somehow he managed to get a little bit of puke into the side table drawer?!?!
anyway it was alot of fun but i spent £80 ($150ish) in one day with no booty or drugs to show for it.
much love
will
we arrived in brighton, checked into our hotel, then sat on the beach drinking beer for hours. when it got late we went on the hunt for nightclubs hoping to find some rave spots and cheap drugs. the only place that was open and busy was called kulture so we went in and bought some drinks. a double vodka coke (me) and regular sized bottle of peroni set me back just under £10 ($19.70). we wisely decided to find some cheap drinks somewhere else and come back around midnight. we found a place with really really cheap drinks so i got 10 shots or something and continued to get plastered. we went back to kulture were we rembered that it was brasilian night. it was bumping by this point (around midnight) so we didnt mind. after dancing to alot of sambas and such zane decides to buy some more beers even though i insisted i didnt want one (he heard yes instead of no man, i'll puke) leaving him to drink them both which was a bad idea. he disapears a bit later but i thought he had just gone somewhere for a cig, so no biggie i kept groving out to the brasilian grooves. around this time i started to realise how i was probably the only non brasilian on the dancefloor when the band was yelling stuff and everyone was hands in the air replying, all in spanish. it closed at 3 and i went looking for zane. i meandered drunkely back to the hotel where i found zane smelling of puke. those last 2 peronis had pushed him over the edge and he had stumbled back to the hotel puking occasionally. somehow he managed to get a little bit of puke into the side table drawer?!?!
anyway it was alot of fun but i spent £80 ($150ish) in one day with no booty or drugs to show for it.
much love
will