Bank Holiday Weekend Part 1
Friday 27th May
There's often a day (or an evening) where through some strange and rather unforeseen circumstances, I am put in large demand.
I start the day as I do 5 days a week. I wake up, at 7:30, hit snooze till 8:10, scream ‘crap’ and manage to make myself look respectable within 10 minutes of opening my eyes and wiping the sleep from the top of my cheeks.
I jump on the bus, and head off to work.
Work is busy today, very busy. For some reason, everyone decides to give me 2 jobs each, so I’m left running around as if I’m Jack Bauer or something. As per usual, everything is finished on time.
I leave work at 5:20pm (20 minutes later that I should - how dedicated am I?) and head straight home to get some food and have a general clean up. I spend some time talking to my mum and dad. I have this fear that I treat my home as a hotel and I never speak to my parents, which is something that often happens, no matter how much I wish it wouldn’t.
I leave the house at 7:10pm and jump straight on the bus where I go into Nottingham to see Katie as today is her 22nd and the fact that everything seems to be cracking off in Nottingham tonight.
Katie, no beating about the bush, is pissed (or pished if you were her). She seems to be the only drunk one in the group, although everyone there is out to say their farewells to one of the people at work, who, from first impressions all seem to be lovely people, making the moment I meet 10 strangers, not so daunting after all.
I have a few JDs and cokes, hand Katie her present of ‘Last Splash’ by The Breeders, and ‘…Oyster Boy’ by Tim Burton and make my move to The Social.
The next part of the evening is to see Izi, as today is her birthday too. It is now dark in Notts and I am still wearing my sunglasses that I got for £3 at H&M, the reasoning for this is, I left my normal glasses in Loughborough and I can’t cope with going out without anything around my eyes. Call me weird, but I need something on my face to distract everyone from everything else!
I arrive at the Social where I meet Izi and her friend Gemma, of whom I’ve never met, so that makes the stranger count to about 11. Gemma seems very nice and for some reason makes me laugh by doing very little. Izi, as always, is just lovely. If you ever personified the term ‘lovely’, she’d be one of the 5 people on this planet who fall into that category.
I have a drink of JD and coke (you will spot a trend with this drinking habit) and hand Izi her present of a CD I compiled a couple of days before and a copy of ‘Love All the People’ by Bill Hicks. The three of us, plus three others of whom I never met before and unfortunately don’t remember their names at this exact moment, move onto the Rescue Rooms where more drink would continue and my evening would begin to shape up.
After having another JD and coke, and getting rather defensive when two drunk students were trying it on with Izi (one moment even answering the ‘furry faced one’s question to me of ‘what are you saying?’ with ‘I’m saying you’re a c**t. now f**k off’. Luckily, he was so drunk, I don’t think he realised. To my credit, he did keep leaning over my shoulder as I was talking to someone, so I think he deserved that).
At about 11:30pm, I walk with Izi and Gemma to Cookie Club where I leave them there and head on up to Junktion 7.
After about 4 or 5 abusive phone calls from Niki demanding I get my ass to Junktion 7, I start walking up and when I finally arrive there, I hear from Nik that he walked all the way back into town to meet me, which I don’t quite understand, but he was completely wasted anyway. I meet Nik half way and then make my way to J7 where Dan, Rhys, Guy, Dom and Kate are all there, and are also, quite visibly, inebriated.
The chants of the evening come on behalf of the WWE as well as a variety of accommodation based companies.
“If you wanna BE the Man. You gotta BEAT the man! Woooooooooooooo!”
“Ho! Tel! Mo! Tel! Haaaaliday Inn! If you’re girl is acting up, then you take a friend! Woo”
Dan appears the most drunk, which is always a welcome addition! But it doesn’t take long till I join them and we all end up on the same level of drunkdom. Dom also managed to ruin part of 24 season 4 for me, which was very nice of him. Unfortunately I wasn’t drunk by then, so it’s still emblazoned on my mind. Cheers.
At 1am, we leave J7 after, what I assume, pissing everybody in the whole building off. We order a pizza (or 4) and start walking to Hotel Balfour in Lenton. Hotel Balfour, not being an actual Hotel, but more like Dan, Rhys and Guy’s student house.
On the walk back, Guy decides to run into a random house that appears to be hosting a house party. There’s two guys sitting on the wall outside.
Me: ‘Guy!!!’
Random guy on wall 1: ‘Yes?’
Me: ‘Oh no sorry mate, I was shouting my mate Guy’
RGOW1: ‘I’m Guy! Come on in!’
And so, we end up at a house party. Quite random. At this point I’m dressed as a sailor, with huge sunglasses on in the middle of the night. Everyone keeps staring thinking ‘who the hell are these people?’, so after 5 mins, we leave. Just as we leave, we realise Kate swiped a whole bottle of a Pimms-esque drink, 29% in Vol and someone stole a whole bottle of coke. Bonza!
Just 4 doors up the road, and Guy decides to run into another house. Only this time, the host isn’t quite so welcoming.
Host: ‘who are you?’
Guy: ‘I’m John’s mate.’
Host: ‘Who’s John?’
Guy: ‘Who’s John??? Everyone knows John! John! John!’
Host: ‘Look, get out.’
During this, Dom witnesses a fist fight inside and proceeds to just stand pointing saying ‘No… No….’ in the driest way possible.
Finally, we arrive at the house, Nik complete with brick. By this point, everyone is the most drunk I’ve ever seen them. Dan smashes the brick with a hammer (Dan V Brick - Dan wins!), Guy getting his willy out (*the shame the shame*), Nik smashing bottles, Dom and I play Jedi V Samurai in the street, concluding with Dan walking into the sword, giving him concussion and the pizza guy pulling up saying ‘Hey Obi Wan, where you going?’.
At this point, things start to blur and I remember very little.
By the time I come round, it’s 2am, everyone’s gone to sleep, but I’m not tired, so use the backdoor key and sneak out for a walk around Lenton for 90mins walking on walls, chatting to Izi (who encountered an army of Porkpie hat wearing students by the sound of things) and checking out the sights and sounds of Derby road. I return at 3:30am and drift off to sleep.
There's often a day (or an evening) where through some strange and rather unforeseen circumstances, I am put in large demand.
I start the day as I do 5 days a week. I wake up, at 7:30, hit snooze till 8:10, scream ‘crap’ and manage to make myself look respectable within 10 minutes of opening my eyes and wiping the sleep from the top of my cheeks.
I jump on the bus, and head off to work.
Work is busy today, very busy. For some reason, everyone decides to give me 2 jobs each, so I’m left running around as if I’m Jack Bauer or something. As per usual, everything is finished on time.
I leave work at 5:20pm (20 minutes later that I should - how dedicated am I?) and head straight home to get some food and have a general clean up. I spend some time talking to my mum and dad. I have this fear that I treat my home as a hotel and I never speak to my parents, which is something that often happens, no matter how much I wish it wouldn’t.
I leave the house at 7:10pm and jump straight on the bus where I go into Nottingham to see Katie as today is her 22nd and the fact that everything seems to be cracking off in Nottingham tonight.
Katie, no beating about the bush, is pissed (or pished if you were her). She seems to be the only drunk one in the group, although everyone there is out to say their farewells to one of the people at work, who, from first impressions all seem to be lovely people, making the moment I meet 10 strangers, not so daunting after all.
I have a few JDs and cokes, hand Katie her present of ‘Last Splash’ by The Breeders, and ‘…Oyster Boy’ by Tim Burton and make my move to The Social.
The next part of the evening is to see Izi, as today is her birthday too. It is now dark in Notts and I am still wearing my sunglasses that I got for £3 at H&M, the reasoning for this is, I left my normal glasses in Loughborough and I can’t cope with going out without anything around my eyes. Call me weird, but I need something on my face to distract everyone from everything else!
I arrive at the Social where I meet Izi and her friend Gemma, of whom I’ve never met, so that makes the stranger count to about 11. Gemma seems very nice and for some reason makes me laugh by doing very little. Izi, as always, is just lovely. If you ever personified the term ‘lovely’, she’d be one of the 5 people on this planet who fall into that category.
I have a drink of JD and coke (you will spot a trend with this drinking habit) and hand Izi her present of a CD I compiled a couple of days before and a copy of ‘Love All the People’ by Bill Hicks. The three of us, plus three others of whom I never met before and unfortunately don’t remember their names at this exact moment, move onto the Rescue Rooms where more drink would continue and my evening would begin to shape up.
After having another JD and coke, and getting rather defensive when two drunk students were trying it on with Izi (one moment even answering the ‘furry faced one’s question to me of ‘what are you saying?’ with ‘I’m saying you’re a c**t. now f**k off’. Luckily, he was so drunk, I don’t think he realised. To my credit, he did keep leaning over my shoulder as I was talking to someone, so I think he deserved that).
At about 11:30pm, I walk with Izi and Gemma to Cookie Club where I leave them there and head on up to Junktion 7.
After about 4 or 5 abusive phone calls from Niki demanding I get my ass to Junktion 7, I start walking up and when I finally arrive there, I hear from Nik that he walked all the way back into town to meet me, which I don’t quite understand, but he was completely wasted anyway. I meet Nik half way and then make my way to J7 where Dan, Rhys, Guy, Dom and Kate are all there, and are also, quite visibly, inebriated.
The chants of the evening come on behalf of the WWE as well as a variety of accommodation based companies.
“If you wanna BE the Man. You gotta BEAT the man! Woooooooooooooo!”
“Ho! Tel! Mo! Tel! Haaaaliday Inn! If you’re girl is acting up, then you take a friend! Woo”
Dan appears the most drunk, which is always a welcome addition! But it doesn’t take long till I join them and we all end up on the same level of drunkdom. Dom also managed to ruin part of 24 season 4 for me, which was very nice of him. Unfortunately I wasn’t drunk by then, so it’s still emblazoned on my mind. Cheers.
At 1am, we leave J7 after, what I assume, pissing everybody in the whole building off. We order a pizza (or 4) and start walking to Hotel Balfour in Lenton. Hotel Balfour, not being an actual Hotel, but more like Dan, Rhys and Guy’s student house.
On the walk back, Guy decides to run into a random house that appears to be hosting a house party. There’s two guys sitting on the wall outside.
Me: ‘Guy!!!’
Random guy on wall 1: ‘Yes?’
Me: ‘Oh no sorry mate, I was shouting my mate Guy’
RGOW1: ‘I’m Guy! Come on in!’
And so, we end up at a house party. Quite random. At this point I’m dressed as a sailor, with huge sunglasses on in the middle of the night. Everyone keeps staring thinking ‘who the hell are these people?’, so after 5 mins, we leave. Just as we leave, we realise Kate swiped a whole bottle of a Pimms-esque drink, 29% in Vol and someone stole a whole bottle of coke. Bonza!
Just 4 doors up the road, and Guy decides to run into another house. Only this time, the host isn’t quite so welcoming.
Host: ‘who are you?’
Guy: ‘I’m John’s mate.’
Host: ‘Who’s John?’
Guy: ‘Who’s John??? Everyone knows John! John! John!’
Host: ‘Look, get out.’
During this, Dom witnesses a fist fight inside and proceeds to just stand pointing saying ‘No… No….’ in the driest way possible.
Finally, we arrive at the house, Nik complete with brick. By this point, everyone is the most drunk I’ve ever seen them. Dan smashes the brick with a hammer (Dan V Brick - Dan wins!), Guy getting his willy out (*the shame the shame*), Nik smashing bottles, Dom and I play Jedi V Samurai in the street, concluding with Dan walking into the sword, giving him concussion and the pizza guy pulling up saying ‘Hey Obi Wan, where you going?’.
At this point, things start to blur and I remember very little.
By the time I come round, it’s 2am, everyone’s gone to sleep, but I’m not tired, so use the backdoor key and sneak out for a walk around Lenton for 90mins walking on walls, chatting to Izi (who encountered an army of Porkpie hat wearing students by the sound of things) and checking out the sights and sounds of Derby road. I return at 3:30am and drift off to sleep.