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Jul. 2nd, 2005 01:10 amI started drinking on Friday as soon as I got home from work. I'd bought four cans of Grolsch Lager at Sainsbury's and a can of Cherry Coke in case I wanted to finish off our Malibu bottle. I poured half a bag of salted mix peanuts into a bowl, opened a can, and sat in front of the television. By the time Reco arrived at 9 o'clock, I was sipping a nice glass of orange juice with Malibu and my face was red as a beetroot.
We met the girls outside Shelley's, on Oxford Street. Anne Marie and Melissa were the last to arrive; we rushed to Button Down so we wouldn't miss the happy hour. I ordered straight off four glasses of Vodka and tonic and looked for a place to sit. Drinka dee drink drink. The early part of the night was a mixture of talking to Anne Marie and Melissa, being introduced to Silke's latest boyfriend (from Stoke-on-Trent - he brought his two sisters, who were heavely on the pull), chatting to Clare, waiting for the right song to pull me to the dance floor.
The DJ played some of my requests: Ladytron's "Playgirl", OMD's "Electricity", The Smiths, and Saint Etienne. I kept waiting for the Run Lola Run song to show up so I could go mental on the dancefloor, but it never did. Suddenly, I realized I was dancing like the midget in Twin Peaks. I took a break before some trollish boys broke my feet.
Took the bus home alone. A chinese guy sitting beside me was fast asleep; he kept leaning on me and resting his head on my shoulder. There was no food in the fridge - I made do with a glass of water.
We met the girls outside Shelley's, on Oxford Street. Anne Marie and Melissa were the last to arrive; we rushed to Button Down so we wouldn't miss the happy hour. I ordered straight off four glasses of Vodka and tonic and looked for a place to sit. Drinka dee drink drink. The early part of the night was a mixture of talking to Anne Marie and Melissa, being introduced to Silke's latest boyfriend (from Stoke-on-Trent - he brought his two sisters, who were heavely on the pull), chatting to Clare, waiting for the right song to pull me to the dance floor.
The DJ played some of my requests: Ladytron's "Playgirl", OMD's "Electricity", The Smiths, and Saint Etienne. I kept waiting for the Run Lola Run song to show up so I could go mental on the dancefloor, but it never did. Suddenly, I realized I was dancing like the midget in Twin Peaks. I took a break before some trollish boys broke my feet.
Took the bus home alone. A chinese guy sitting beside me was fast asleep; he kept leaning on me and resting his head on my shoulder. There was no food in the fridge - I made do with a glass of water.
