New years eve 03/04

Posted by on Monday 5th January 2004. 2 comments.

Well seeing as NOBODY is around on Drunkit I guess it’s up to me to tell you bunch of people what I got up to...

31st of December 2003. Time for beer. I drove up to Blunsden to pick the happy little drunken Elliott. We grooved all the way back to Swindon singing along to the sweet sounds of Frank Sinatra in my car.

Then we jump to the Savoy. Elliott and I met up with Tim and Anna at about 1:45 and started on a few pints. Elliott decided as we were starting early a few espressos would be in order. So 5 pints of beer and 5 strong coffee shots later and I was feeling top of the weather. This is where the others started to arrive. Bob, Marie, Brad, Lewis, Mattock, Kirsty Deano, Jo, Martin, Donald, Ian, Duncan, Titcombe and others... sorry if I forgot you. :-(

It must have been about 7:00 by now. I starting on the vodka red bull and was starting to feel a little bit mongoosed. We left pretty sharpish so I had to down my drink... grr! After some deep deep breaths I managed to hold back on being sick.

We wandered down to town to go to Revolutions... They wouldn't let us in because we weren't over 21. Bastards. Not long till I'm 21 and I can shove it back in their big gay faces.

So we decided on Edwards. I was drunk now. Drunk as a skunk. They were giving out presents on the door. Top Hats, fluffy feather boa things, tiaras and teddy bears. I got nothing because they must have thought I was too manly to want any of that gay stuff.

Instead I found one of each (apart from he teddy bear) in the toilet. JACKPOT! Ell and me decided it was 11:30 on new years and we could still walk properly. So we went to the bar and had some shots (6 if I remember correctly!).

So now monstered up, I decided to go for one of my infamous walks to find some happy campers. Can’t remember much apart from talking to Paul North. Then it was midnight. There was no count down or anything! It just went bong, booooooong boooooong. Very shit indeed.

So we left Edwards about 1:00 to go somewhere more fun. Nowhere would let us in so we thought a curry would be wise. I found a hedgehog named Steve on the way home. He was a decent addition to the group. I also walked past Sam who seemed to be sitting on the floor outside the Savoy in just a T-shirt. We had a friendly hug then went on our way.

In the curry house most of us were making a fool out of ourselves, talking to Rakesh and his bird! I feel sorry for the poor Curry man. He must have hated me. If he does then I don’t care. I’m just going to sit here and groove on it.

We met someone from The Salon in there. She was hot and knows my cousin. Cool hey?

I was sick in the toilet before we left. But we wont go into that.
Let me just say this is going to be the biggest understatement I’ve ever written. The walk home was not good.  Its was COLD, WET, WINDY, RAINY, SMELLY,  DARK, RUBBISH, GAY, SHIT, TOO FUCKING CRAPPY RAINY AND COLD TO SURVIVE THE TRIP HOME. So we stopped in a doorway to be less cold. Jo needed to get a taxi and there was no way on earth I was walking her home. I would be dead right now if I had. BUT NO TAXIS:’(. So we had to walk to my house in the coldest shittest cold EVER. It was about as fun as being the designated driver at Vodbull.

So me Jo, Donald and Elliott sat in my kitchen trying to get a taxi and listening to Donald’s stories…. Lets not bother going into that. It will only get on your nerves.

So, the usual night out really. New years never lives up to its name… but hey ho it could be worse. I had a fun time and if you didn’t then I laugh at you. Ha ha.

Bye

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