My Weekend.
Dec. 8th, 2003 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
davywavyYou know a pub is going to be trouble when there is a Hearse parked outside.
After a work leaving bash which I managed to sneak out of early, I headed to the Electric Ballroom for the first time since 1999(!) to meet up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
robinbloke and faerierhona. I got there early so had the exquisite joy of queuing in the cold, but this was tempered slightly by the very, very fat man wearing a 'Stop looking at my tits' t-shirt wandering past - which made me smile.
Inside I strutted my funky stuff for a few hours and was introduced to someone I assume from comments made wasduranorak, but I may be wrong so apologies if I am. By 1:30-2am my ankles were starting to go, and so Rhona and I spent the last hour criticising other peoples dress sense and letching at the passing trade:
("She's not 'alf bad"
"Really? Not my type at all"
"Well, I wouldn't climb over her to get to you"
"You'll never get the opportunity")
This is the odd thing about Rhona and I; our lifestyles and personal philosophies are divergent to the point of opposition, but we actually get on astonishingly well. I think we're united in bitching.
The nice thing that I noticed about the Ballroom that has changed since I went there last is the huge decline in overt drug use. I assume that it still goes on, but nobody seemed to flaunt it any more; which is positive, not least because it meant I didn't have an urge to punch any druggies in the face all night.
Getting home at 4am should have meant a long lie in, but insteadukmonty spitefully rang me at 10 to drag me out food shopping at Borough market, where I shambled round like a zombie, stuffing Smoothies and Venison burgers into my gob in a vague attempt to replenish myself. Then off to London 'ling, which was good fun and woke me up, and which also seemed to involve me spending a disproportionate amount of time in the lavatory with men dressed in leather. Looking around the stained toilets I wryly observed to Monty that I bet he'd never imagined fairyland to be like this, but as it turned out, he had.
Still feeling not up to late gaming, I went for a swift pint with Monty and the female half ofjessandcraig, who made me laugh out loud by telling me that she was going to mend my computer within the next 24 hours. As I last heard that line over a month ago I wasn't inclined to take it too seriously, and oh, how my sides ached.
Sunday involved a long walk in the country to clear out my lungs/brain/knees/ankles followed by a relatively early night. Weekends ho!
After a work leaving bash which I managed to sneak out of early, I headed to the Electric Ballroom for the first time since 1999(!) to meet up with
robinbloke and faerierhona. I got there early so had the exquisite joy of queuing in the cold, but this was tempered slightly by the very, very fat man wearing a 'Stop looking at my tits' t-shirt wandering past - which made me smile.Inside I strutted my funky stuff for a few hours and was introduced to someone I assume from comments made was
duranorak, but I may be wrong so apologies if I am. By 1:30-2am my ankles were starting to go, and so Rhona and I spent the last hour criticising other peoples dress sense and letching at the passing trade:("She's not 'alf bad"
"Really? Not my type at all"
"Well, I wouldn't climb over her to get to you"
"You'll never get the opportunity")
This is the odd thing about Rhona and I; our lifestyles and personal philosophies are divergent to the point of opposition, but we actually get on astonishingly well. I think we're united in bitching.
The nice thing that I noticed about the Ballroom that has changed since I went there last is the huge decline in overt drug use. I assume that it still goes on, but nobody seemed to flaunt it any more; which is positive, not least because it meant I didn't have an urge to punch any druggies in the face all night.
Getting home at 4am should have meant a long lie in, but instead
ukmonty spitefully rang me at 10 to drag me out food shopping at Borough market, where I shambled round like a zombie, stuffing Smoothies and Venison burgers into my gob in a vague attempt to replenish myself. Then off to London 'ling, which was good fun and woke me up, and which also seemed to involve me spending a disproportionate amount of time in the lavatory with men dressed in leather. Looking around the stained toilets I wryly observed to Monty that I bet he'd never imagined fairyland to be like this, but as it turned out, he had.Still feeling not up to late gaming, I went for a swift pint with Monty and the female half of
jessandcraig, who made me laugh out loud by telling me that she was going to mend my computer within the next 24 hours. As I last heard that line over a month ago I wasn't inclined to take it too seriously, and oh, how my sides ached.Sunday involved a long walk in the country to clear out my lungs/brain/knees/ankles followed by a relatively early night. Weekends ho!
