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"I miss clubbing.."

went clubbing again....


i'm like, drunk for the third day running,t'is kinda cool...

i miss my bf

j't-little-a

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ßora† §agdiyeV wrote:
> walk in chewing your own ear off

Ahaa....drugss,,,

4 hour drive home from a club?

I dunna...When i'm back home, if i go clubbing one or 2 people it's good cos i know loads of people in here. Last night for instance 5 of us went, and i met a few people i knew so it's all good.

But down in Brighton, when me and my friend go it's not that good since we have to stick together and i can't go for a wander and talk to random people.

There are two types of clubbing for me,

There's the type where you go dressed in your tracky pants and t-shirt, walk in chewing your own ear off and come out 8 hours later, barely able to stand through exhaustion and looking like some sort of dug up monkey skeleton. You then usually have a 4 hour drive to look forward to, stuffed in the back of someones car. The music is usually above par in the club but ultimately not worth the 3 days or so you have to endure your body telling you are a complete cockknocker for what you've done. When you get back, you kill what limited brain cells you have left with the handy supply of alcopops and mary jane someone procured earlier. You make it home that afternoon and collapse, hoping to see those pearly gates before you wake up with deep regret.

Then there's the other type. the only reason you're in there is because they serve ale after 12, and for which you get your pants pulled down over the price. If you eyeball a bouncer for more than a microsecond you're branded a trouble maker and thrown down some icy steel steps. The music is 90% pants, the other 10% you may consider dancing to, if you don't mind dancing in a space smaller than that in a phone box, getting more and more crushed as drunk freaks fall into you. The activities involve shouting at the top of your voice to someone sat a foot away from you, if you can get a seat, so they can hear you. You wait vainly for up to half an hour to be served something that wouldn't look out of place in a backed up urinal, before having it spilt all over you on your way back to your seat, by some cretin who can't handle the half a shandy he supped earlier. You come out with a terrible ringing in your ears and look forward to 40 mins of standing in ice cold weather waiting for a taxi that probably isn't coming anyway. You force down some god awful dish you wouldn't even consider when sober, hoping that you'll be able to keep it down long enough to go to sleep later on. You pass out in a drunken, highly skint, stinking mess, with a day of mental and physical pain to look forward to.

A few friends are currently going to be entertaining type 1, on New Years Eve. It was suggested I join them, to which I had to reply "Go **** * ***** **** ***** **** *** **** *********** ********* ** * ********** -- asterisk key broke here.

I love clubbing.

That's not strictly true. I used to do that - go with lots of people. Anything between 10 and 20 but whenever someone wanted to have a big night out it was always me who ended up having to organise it. I've quit doing that. Usually less then 10 of us and it's a lot a fun if I just go with my best friend.

We think alike, we drink alike, we like to dance to the same music but we never fancy the same guys. Perfect :)

Clubbing is only good when you with loads of people or when you know half the people in there.

That's a point. Few clubs I've tried in Huddersfield are beyond rubbish. When I do go I always end up in Leeds and stay at a friends.

The pub I'm on about has a landlord that hates to close and with him selling vodka and orange for only £1 I tend to be there a lot :)

OK, i miss clubbing back home. The ones in Brighton are just not the same.

No pubs down here are open til 1 or 2am unless it's christmas