RnB sucks ASS.......
So, I get money out of savings account and go out in Bath (a rarity, and its my home city) with Paul, Alice, Sarah and Dan....yeah two couples. Story of my fuckin life when Im at home.
Everyone is fucking MARRIED!
No seriously.
Anyway, meet up at 9pm, start drinking in Pig & Fiddle...which I decide I like alot ....FIT bar man. ;) But he is so FUCKING DUMB and cant even get my drinks right two times in a row! Paul is THE funniest guy I know back home. A LEGEND. Anyway, then I see this amazing rockabilly lady, who has a Gwen Stefani look (when Gwen did the 50s hair), pretty 'average' kind of clothes i.e not really 'rockabilly' style or anything....but the most amazing sleeve tattoos. Then we meet Sarah's workmate Gemma and her dickhead boyfriend....I dont think Gemma liked me, but hey, who cares. She lets her boyfriend treat her shit.
Anyway, I start to get in a weirdass mood....depressed and whatnot...and a
shot of vodka later..have an argument with Sarah. Then it turns into one of those heart to heart discussions about stuff. She's had a hard time....so I shut up about how im feeling..it seems totally nothing compared to her problems.
Then we leave the pub, everyone apart from Paul (designated driver) and me are drunk. I dont feel it....weird. We go to Moles club but its fucking RAMMED....the queue is down the street...so Dan suggests we go to the Blue Rooms as some girl gave us flyers.
Blue Rooms is under the Slug and Lettuce and its kind of nice...but a bit posh. It should be in Bristol...in the Clifton area that is. Its a RnB, Soul and Hip Hop night, and the girls are all good-looking perfect types, the young guys are either ugly fucks who look like they work on the stock exchange or ugly fucks who like hip hop. YAY just my sort of place.
HOWEVER
there was one man who was about 45yrs old and dancing like he was in Pulp Fiction.... made my night that did.
AND
there was a hot guy somewhere, but he disappeared.
....bought Lynchburg lemonades for me and Sarah... wasnt as good as the one in Crobar last weekend though. Sarah and Dan get REALLY REALLY drunk.....I have drunk more than them but feel sober.
?
What the fuck...why isnt the alcohol working?? Go home, feeling fucking weird like Ive had fun yet also... down about myself, doubt everything and everyone (mainly myself), worried and so on. This always happens when Ive been home for more than 2 weeks.....history fucking repeating itself and I dont want it too.
Blah fucking BLAH
Everyone is fucking MARRIED!
No seriously.
Anyway, meet up at 9pm, start drinking in Pig & Fiddle...which I decide I like alot ....FIT bar man. ;) But he is so FUCKING DUMB and cant even get my drinks right two times in a row! Paul is THE funniest guy I know back home. A LEGEND. Anyway, then I see this amazing rockabilly lady, who has a Gwen Stefani look (when Gwen did the 50s hair), pretty 'average' kind of clothes i.e not really 'rockabilly' style or anything....but the most amazing sleeve tattoos. Then we meet Sarah's workmate Gemma and her dickhead boyfriend....I dont think Gemma liked me, but hey, who cares. She lets her boyfriend treat her shit.
Anyway, I start to get in a weirdass mood....depressed and whatnot...and a
shot of vodka later..have an argument with Sarah. Then it turns into one of those heart to heart discussions about stuff. She's had a hard time....so I shut up about how im feeling..it seems totally nothing compared to her problems.
Then we leave the pub, everyone apart from Paul (designated driver) and me are drunk. I dont feel it....weird. We go to Moles club but its fucking RAMMED....the queue is down the street...so Dan suggests we go to the Blue Rooms as some girl gave us flyers.
Blue Rooms is under the Slug and Lettuce and its kind of nice...but a bit posh. It should be in Bristol...in the Clifton area that is. Its a RnB, Soul and Hip Hop night, and the girls are all good-looking perfect types, the young guys are either ugly fucks who look like they work on the stock exchange or ugly fucks who like hip hop. YAY just my sort of place.
HOWEVER
there was one man who was about 45yrs old and dancing like he was in Pulp Fiction.... made my night that did.
AND
there was a hot guy somewhere, but he disappeared.
....bought Lynchburg lemonades for me and Sarah... wasnt as good as the one in Crobar last weekend though. Sarah and Dan get REALLY REALLY drunk.....I have drunk more than them but feel sober.
?
What the fuck...why isnt the alcohol working?? Go home, feeling fucking weird like Ive had fun yet also... down about myself, doubt everything and everyone (mainly myself), worried and so on. This always happens when Ive been home for more than 2 weeks.....history fucking repeating itself and I dont want it too.
Blah fucking BLAH