I had an interesting night last night.
It all started around five-ish. The sis and I caught a bus up town then another bus to her girlfriend’s house. While we were there they straightened my hair, turning me into a darker looking version of the current Doctor Who. The whole straightening process took less than an hour, but we still didn’t leave until nine because the girls were applying makeup like they needed surgical precision.
When we set off it was raining, so I used the sis’ waistcoat as a make-shift hood to protect my hair. We met her girlfriend’s friend, caught a bus up town and met a bunch of other people, most of who we met the night before at Hull Fair. The new additions were a gothic-looking girl, a nerdy looking guy dressed rather well and a Polish guy with long, curly blonde hair. Once gathered, we set off to Spiders, the local emo/scene/goth club that has an abundance of edgy homo-lust, using the well-dressed nerdy guy’s coat as a better make-shift hood to protect my hair from the rain.
It was a bit of a walk but we finally managed to get there around ten-ish, all but my fringe intact. Once there it turned out that we needed ID to get in. My only problem with this was that the sis told me that I wouldn’t need to bring any. Then again, she also said my hair would look shitty straightened and that prediction of hers was proven wrong, too. They managed to get me in as a guest of an existing member, but only just. Apparently I look seventeen-to-eighteen with my hair straightened. At any rate, once we got in we took a quick tour of the place, got some Carlsberg and went to one of the dancing areas to wait for the loosening effects of alcohol to take hold of us.
It took about two beers before I started feeling uninhibited enough to bob about and four for me to start dancing like a male stripper/Broadway actor. About an hour and a half into it my friend Devon got off from work and decided to join in with the festivities. We waited for him at the front entrance, got some free candy as we waited then took him to the back bar to get some beer. We then wondered between the quitter outside area, the quitter bar and the busy bar and outside area for a good ten minutes before settling in the busier outside area with the gang and playing I Never.
For those of you who have never played the game, you basically say something like “I never kissed a guy in the rain” and whoever has kissed a guy in the rain has to take a drink. By the time of my sixth Carlsberg we had moved past all the PG questions and wound up learning a whole lot about each other. I also got kissed on the cheek by two guys. I would have gone in for the lips if not for the drunken sis sitting right there with the group, staring at me because she thinks me kissing a guy is a cute moment she must observe and not a private moment she needs not see. Thankfully she wondered off for a tad once one of the guys showed his private glow stick piercing off, giving me a bit of freedom.
By around 1:30AM I was pretty drunk. I was on my eighth beer and had an undisclosed amount of rum, vodka and Sambuca from my fellow game mates. I also tried to smoke for the first time with limited success. I didn’t cough it up, but it tasted terrible and burnt the crap out of my lungs. I can literally say it was the worst thing I’ve tasted. I also went to the heavier dancing room with my friend and one of the bisexual guys of our group. There we drank, danced, spanked each other and that bisexual guy cupped a feel a little roughly, so I returned the favour. Turns out what they say about short guys with short hair is true.
The bar closed around 2:10AM so we went out to the busier area again and spent the remainder of our club time chatting and finishing off our drinks and exposing body parts that should not be exposed. Around 2:30 they asked everyone to leave.
We spent the next hour saying goodnight to the friends we’ve made and waiting for a cab. Well, mostly waiting for a cab. By this time I was completely loose. I dare say fearless, even. Rather flirtatious, too. Though, once again I didn’t have much success because the sis was now sad that the five hour make-out fest she was having with her girlfriend was over and decided to be gloomy. I did manage to make a few more friends though thanks to my drunken wit, which seemed to go down rather well. It got me an order of chips for 50p less, which I shared with my friend and the sis to help deal with the alcohol in our systems.
We could have walked home by the time the cab finally arrived, though we didn’t because the sis was afraid of getting jumped by what few chavs remain in Hull. Once we got home I got some water, a kitkat and slowly pumped up my airbed before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my hair and face. I fell asleep around 4AM and woke up around 7AM when the sis had to go to work. I then spent the next four hours trying to fall back to sleep as I sobered up. As far as hangovers go, this one isn’t bad at all. Thanks, water, chips and kitkat bar~ My throat is a little sore and my ears are still ringing though.
The next time we go out the friend and I are gonna go to one of the other gay bars, since I wasn’t the only one who found the sis’ wondering make-out sessions a buzz kill. Should be fun, though it probably won’t happen until Halloween at the earliest.
Hopefully my throat/hearing heal by tomorrow, because I’m gonna apply for a job at a fish and chip shop up town on Monday. The pay looks reasonable and the don’t require much in terms of a CV. The sooner I get a job the sooner ill be able to buy thicker socks and a thicker coat. Wish me luck~
Yoji~
