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Course Night - Brought to you by James Wormald -
This is the first time we’ve been out with everyone from Uni. The first time! In three years! Some thing about the fact that most of us have to attend lectures more than twice a week this year. Or that’s what we’re blaming it on anyway.
So the plan was thus (Being an organised night, there had to be a plan) Bourbon @7. But it was only the meeting place. When you go out with people you don’t live with, you usually have to arrange a meeting place and time, although you could forgive Youd, Gazz and I to have forgotten that.
I of course opted for a traditionally fashionable late entrance (7:15). Plus I had to wait for Nathan at my house, and needed a few drinks beforehand. For me, starting a night sober is (almost) worse than starting a night with punks.
Nathan and I arrived out of the pouring rain, our hair transformed. His just looked cooler (If that’s possible), and I looked even balder (If THAT’S possible). We even took a shortcut through The Hyde Park, our personal safety taking a backseat to our hair. We’re such girls!
Seconds after our arrival, Sarah and Scott upped and left. It was so fast, I didn’t get a chance to get Scott’s picture, must be camera shy. Sarah most definitely is camera shy, but that didn’t bother me.
Youd arrived sometime later with Caleb and his entourage. Took him 5 seconds to count how many of us there were, then he shouts out ’13 shots!’ Youdy was drunker than an Irish tramp.
By about half 8 we moved on up to Walkabout to catch the second half of the football. This was the night of England v Poland. After England won, (Only very very vague memories) Nathan, Katie, and Heather gave everyone a kiss and fucked off, whilst Kev and Ben Thompson just disappeared. I showed off a few of my suave moves to Gemma and Michelle, then I agreed to accompany Michelle to the Chesney Hawkes night, if she came with me to see Karl Kennedy.
I was away with said Gemma and Michelle, helping her complete her LMU forfeit ((Find Mikey P and tell him I love him) (He didn’t care)). Whilst all this was going on, Youdy dragged everyone else off to Bar Risa. Which apparently Benny B needed some form of I.D. for. So instead of just going back into Walkabout (Where it was busy and warm) they walked home to get his I.D! This meant Gemma, Michelle and I spent the best part of an hour waiting in various places for them Subway, McDonalds, a Bus Stop, a street corner! Then finally we went into Bar Risa, where we weren’t troubled for any I.D. at all. Although that could probably be because they were just happy anyone even considered going in. Bar Risa was deader than Youd’s hair follicles.
It took me another hour to convince everyone to leave shitty Bar Risa, and come back to Walkabout. So we left, but not before Youdy tried harassing two twelve year old girls. I went over and asked one of them how good her Gaydar was. She told me she thought Youd was probably gay. Score!
Back in Walkabout, we partied away the rest of the evening. Spending most of it as the only people on the dance floor. I got the opportunity for a small chat with Sarah (Walkabout). I haven’t seen her in months so that was pleasant.
There was just time for Jordan to get some ugly girl’s phone number before we left. He claims he got it for me, but he’s still not given it to me yet.
Once on the street corner, we stayed for 40 minutes before deciding that yes, we would like to go home. During which time, Gemma and Michelle entertained us with their icicle impersonations. It killing me to see my idol in such a position, I quickly ripped off my shirt and wrapped the poor thing up in it, and Gemma in my other shirt (Also this gave Mr. Nude an appearance). Not to be outdone, Youdy rips off his shirt too, and chucks it on the ground as he tenses and flexes, Oooh Youdy, you sexy Bitch!
2 is the number of minutes it took for Youd to get out of the taxi, stumble over a wall, and promptly throw up on it. I waved goodnight to Gemma, as Youd, Benny B, and myself held each other in the moonlight.
Then we went home.