It was actually, dare I say it? I think I dare....... fun!
Now i don't want to jinx it, the day is over but there are things still to continue from it (remembering enough to write about it for one) but it was actually the first 'guys night out' I can actually remember having that wasnt just me and frase.. not that they aren't awesome, but as far as a night out goes, the more the merrier i say. and merry we were!
at 99p a drink we werent exactly scoffing, the bearded one (not rob, he had recently had his monthly shave) was practically ecstatic and wished he had been told about strathclyde's glorious tuesday offer before now. so we drank and we played pool like real men do.... whilst taking ridiculous photos (see attached) and following the signs (see 'the Celestine prophecy or my blog entitled 'the rules of the signs') - rob was avoiding this particular part of the evening but he was providing enough banter for us to let it go this time.
about ten we left to depart to our club of the evening, with every intention of getting in but in all honesty, with no expectation. Thankfully we ran into a couple of random girls who persuaded us to go to another club as all drinks were 10p cheaper..... thats right, 10p.
we never left the union that night, between comments over my 'i found jesus: he was behind the sofa the whole time' tshirt, steve being trigger happy with the camera, frase being particularly smooth and rob getting his groove on...
we also caught up with the girls we met outside and their mates who it turned out were pretty cool and we had a good laugh with them too, i even met a guy i knew from first year at uni. so banter was had and new drunken acquaintances were made..... all that was needed for a night out really.
the night suddenly drew to a close at 2am (earlier than i had wanted but later than i had expected) and rob, having stayed about 5 hours more than he had intended made an understandable sharp exit, myself and my friends from fife kicked about and walked our new best drunken friends to best kebab, where they'll steal your money if they rekon your drunk enough.
i however was walking bare footed in my shoes as my socks were on someone elses feet, i think it went a bit like this:
'my feet hurt, i wish i had socks'
'my names dave, would you like my socks, i have shoes that are sensible and dont hurt my feet'
'really?'
'sure, they're just weighing me down anyways'
After 'best kebab' we got all the girls into a taxi and spent about an hour taking in the scenery by ways of stupid photos which seemed hilarious at the time, but as steve is leaving soon it had to be done.
all in all it was an amazing night, we met some new people, had a good laugh and there was good company to enjoy it all.
if i have another night out soon that matches this quality ill be a lucky man....
Now i don't want to jinx it, the day is over but there are things still to continue from it (remembering enough to write about it for one) but it was actually the first 'guys night out' I can actually remember having that wasnt just me and frase.. not that they aren't awesome, but as far as a night out goes, the more the merrier i say. and merry we were!
at 99p a drink we werent exactly scoffing, the bearded one (not rob, he had recently had his monthly shave) was practically ecstatic and wished he had been told about strathclyde's glorious tuesday offer before now. so we drank and we played pool like real men do.... whilst taking ridiculous photos (see attached) and following the signs (see 'the Celestine prophecy or my blog entitled 'the rules of the signs') - rob was avoiding this particular part of the evening but he was providing enough banter for us to let it go this time.
about ten we left to depart to our club of the evening, with every intention of getting in but in all honesty, with no expectation. Thankfully we ran into a couple of random girls who persuaded us to go to another club as all drinks were 10p cheaper..... thats right, 10p.
we never left the union that night, between comments over my 'i found jesus: he was behind the sofa the whole time' tshirt, steve being trigger happy with the camera, frase being particularly smooth and rob getting his groove on...
we also caught up with the girls we met outside and their mates who it turned out were pretty cool and we had a good laugh with them too, i even met a guy i knew from first year at uni. so banter was had and new drunken acquaintances were made..... all that was needed for a night out really.
the night suddenly drew to a close at 2am (earlier than i had wanted but later than i had expected) and rob, having stayed about 5 hours more than he had intended made an understandable sharp exit, myself and my friends from fife kicked about and walked our new best drunken friends to best kebab, where they'll steal your money if they rekon your drunk enough.
i however was walking bare footed in my shoes as my socks were on someone elses feet, i think it went a bit like this:
'my feet hurt, i wish i had socks'
'my names dave, would you like my socks, i have shoes that are sensible and dont hurt my feet'
'really?'
'sure, they're just weighing me down anyways'
After 'best kebab' we got all the girls into a taxi and spent about an hour taking in the scenery by ways of stupid photos which seemed hilarious at the time, but as steve is leaving soon it had to be done.
all in all it was an amazing night, we met some new people, had a good laugh and there was good company to enjoy it all.
if i have another night out soon that matches this quality ill be a lucky man....
2 comments:
Your socks sound like they had a wild night out as well. I fear they may become tearaways after this.
I suggest you invest in a walking stick :P
haha, yeah... they're gone never to be seen again.
poor socks, thank god for primark, thats all i can say!!
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