Some Friendly Advice..

The party had been going on for some time when she asked if she could have a quick word with me. Being led by a hand I followed her to a room I handnt been into as of yet to hear words that were similar to but not exactly 'Im taking a friends advice'. Then she kissed me.

I kissed her back. I was stunned I have to admit as I wasnt sure where we stood with eachother and with me making the first move last time and nothing seeming to happen this time so far I wasnt expecting anything other than a great party with some friends. After a few minutes something in my head clicked and i had to ask 'So what is the advice you're taking exactly?'.
It basically followed the lines of stop looking after everyone else and enjoy herself, and i presume this was one way of doing so. Yes, my ego inflated slightly upon hearing this. Not too much however, as i had wanted to kiss her too.

The night became a bit of a blur, the last thing i really remember doing is just chatting away with her whilst watching episodes of Angel (only the first one on each disk however as the remote was missing). We lay in a bed - that im fairly certain i did not make - kissing, holding hands and talking about nothing but i was fun as what was a party was now simply the 2 of us.

The next day some of the remains of people from the party grumbled that we would indeed again meet up before i left for my holiday as the parties we have with this particular group always have a particular entertainment factor to them and then myself and the girl went into town together before parting ways with a promise of seeing eachother again soon and keeping in touch in one form or another.

it was a good night as i went with no expectations and from what i remember I had fun and there were things to reminisce about. 3 parties with this group now and there has been 3 late nights. I have enjoyed every single one.

my ouch blog

so last night i went out to a club and in true 'havent been out and will make up for it by drinking harder better faster stronger style' i got a tad tipsy. it was grand though cos banter was being had, even if a major part of it involved me trying to find a bus time for Vibe over in England... i found this very hard to do however given my circumstances.

ok, dinners out so i really gotta bullet point the rest of this:

• bouncer asked if i was ok even though i wasnt that bad. i was fine and chatted with him for a minute and he accepted i was fine
• got lost in club twice cos its liek a maze and it has mirrors
• i threw a glass away cos someone dumped it with me and i didnt want it
• bouncer came outta nowhwere and dragged me to the door
• dave was sad

on an extra note to bloggers to comment back

(cl, jane and rob mostly i guess - sorry ive not replied much net access is pants, should be up and running by monday :) )

The Guys Night In

*puts on some 'flight of the conchords' in the background to start this post*

So yeah, it was supposed to be a party. Not even supposed to be, but there was every intention of if being one, I invited enough people, there were a lot of delays in responses and i tried to work the date of the party around everyone else so i had high hopes of getting drunk with my friends but due to unforeseen circumstances it ended up being a guys night which to be honest ended up with hilarious consequences.... can i call them consequences in fact, i didn't do anything to make this happen, more like hilarious outcomes i guess... hell, it was a funny night.

So it started off with me Chris Frase and the new guy Bruce. so far what i knew of Bruce was that he was someone else in need of a drink. good enough for me, and he agreed to my 3 rules. 'What are your 3 rules Dave?' I hear you cry... well I'm glad you asked. 1. dont steal anything, 2. dont break anything and 3. dont puke if you can avoid it. - he agreed to all 3, as far as i was concerned, he was in for the drunken banter as much as anyone else.

Soon after euan called saying that his Sat Nav told him he was at my house.... silly sat nav, he was indeed at the right postcode, but still about a mile away. after about half an hour pof phone calls and driving we found Euan and safely got him to mine where the drinking finally began. music was put on, laughs were had (as was crisps and dip) youtube videos were watched (lips 2 da floor) and pendulum was put on while we played kings - note to all reading, never play the wikipedia rules for kings unless surrounded by hot girls!!!!! read them and you'll understand why! well, its a specific rule but still..... its one Ive never seen... and it never says when to stop this rule either which is what worries us, definitely not the rule for a lads nite!!

did you check?? i bet you did :p

so we all got pretty drunk and some absinthe was involved at some point when me and Frase remembered that we're goin to dress up as school kids for his bday in a few days, whats even funnier is that hes told others its a Mexican theme and others its a pirate theme..... this'll be one wicked party!! so we decided to get grass stains on our shirts by diving on the grass. im sure i thought i was cool and stuff at the time, but then the pain kicked in.... mostly when i winded myself.... or was it when we started tackling each other? well it couldn't have been as bad as when me and mark slapped each other for some unknown reason then Frase joined in..... Euan just stared blankly as we probably looked like the 3 stooges hitting each other. and it was all fun and games until a plant pot broke..... mums not to happy about that now, but i did re-plant it. what a clever little drunk boy i am :D

if only we'd stopped there, me and mark then thought that it'd be fun to start punching each other. we dont REALLY know why though. and we are both paying for it now. i think we must have presumed we were on jackass or something, but we didnt even record it to look back, we're actually just idiots... maybe next time we'll record it *sigh*

the highlight of my night has to be though discovering one thing about newcomer Bruce. no no, his last name is not Wayne, i was hoping for that too..... sadly i was wrong. it turns out that my ex from high school is his.... well his current i guess is the word. unfortunately me and my ex didnt leave things on the best of notes and i have this great ability to rip the piss outta her.... its just easy..... it probably makes me evil.... and it took all i had in me not to. this wasnt helped by the fact that Bruce was cool and that he kept saying how great high school ex was. as pointed out by a friend, people break up for reasons..... of all people, why tell me about her 'greatness'???

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and remember kids, The Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff handshake will never go out of fashion......

The Day That Was

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....

the union