Too many boobies... brain shutting down!
My LJ life seems dependant at the moment on stealing other people's internet connections. *waves at dave* So, I'm in Manchester chez Helen and Dave, in dire need of tea and a fry-up, and the instructions for making my shawl while everyone else wakes up. Silly *emmaaa*. Got here yesterday, admittedly about 6 hours after when was planned which cut shopping completely out of the picture, but met up with Andy for a drink and pudding, then headed out to Withington to drop off our stuff (via Didsbury... one of my pet hats is getting buses when I don't know where we're going, for precisely this reason!) Headed out to the Fab Cafe for a bit and tried to work out who the barman was sleeping with (it was written on a note on his back) then after a couple of pints of Magners, headed off to find a mythical club that the Mancunians amongst us didn't know about.
We found it. And I highly recommend it. Caged Asylum at the Ruby Lounge. Think Bleach, with better music, barbed wire toilet seats and lap dancers that's open til 4 in the morning. *smiles a happy smile* Upshot being, I now really wanna be a lapdancer, as you do. Think Spearmint does pole dancing lessons, maybe I'll look into that. But anyway. 4 came around and we ended up at a very posh set of flats inhabited by Andy's friend Nikki, debating vomiting on people's heads. Classy! An expensive taxi ride later (because it seems to cost a tenner to get anywhere in Manchester!) we were back on the sofa, to be woken up about 3 hours later by people with real jobs.
All in all, a 100% sucessful trip! Only downer being this will probably be the last time I come up to Manchester to see them, as it's only a month until they move out. *Makes mental note to be a better driver and go visiting lots*. Oh, and my hayfever has started. Here's to 3 months of snivelling! *growl*
We found it. And I highly recommend it. Caged Asylum at the Ruby Lounge. Think Bleach, with better music, barbed wire toilet seats and lap dancers that's open til 4 in the morning. *smiles a happy smile* Upshot being, I now really wanna be a lapdancer, as you do. Think Spearmint does pole dancing lessons, maybe I'll look into that. But anyway. 4 came around and we ended up at a very posh set of flats inhabited by Andy's friend Nikki, debating vomiting on people's heads. Classy! An expensive taxi ride later (because it seems to cost a tenner to get anywhere in Manchester!) we were back on the sofa, to be woken up about 3 hours later by people with real jobs.
All in all, a 100% sucessful trip! Only downer being this will probably be the last time I come up to Manchester to see them, as it's only a month until they move out. *Makes mental note to be a better driver and go visiting lots*. Oh, and my hayfever has started. Here's to 3 months of snivelling! *growl*