Night 2 of 4
We went to the nearby pub, and left 2 minutes later because it was too busy. We went to another pub, I drank 3 ciders. At midnight we got a taxi and went to my usual place. None of us were drunk so we just sat in a booth and talked, and drank. At 2am it felt like 9pm so we were ready to move on and start getting drunk. We went to Stone Roses bar and it was great. It must have had some sort of Manchester theme which I appreciated. I caught the end of what looked like a good fight between 2 guys on the dancefloor. The bouncers didn't seem to give a shit. I danced to Oasis and The Cure and The Smiths and Sunshine Underground. I went out for a cigarette and noticed I had blood down my top. I have no idea where this came from because I wasn't involved in the fight but my housemate told me I was standing in the middle of it near the end so it probably came from there. People looked at me with fear for the rest of the night, it was great.
We left at 4.30am with 3 guys in tow. We got home, drank more, played music, talked. 2 of the 3 guys were hot, but 1 of them fell asleep around 5.30. I went to bed at 7am. And now it's almost 6pm and I have to be out by 8pm for a meal with work people and then more drinking. I can't do this like I used to. 2 years ago I could manage 9 nights out in a row, now 2 has me wishing I could just stay in bed.
Oh, and i've been scaring the shit out of everyone today. My housemate did a photo shoot for a friend yesterday and kept the contact lenses they used. So I put them in.
3 weeks ago