Ahh, the first in the new series of "Phils Adventures". My previous blogs have covered such adventures as gigs in Manchester and London, nights out here and there, and probably other things too. So what better than to carry on with a familiar topic and talk about my latest adventure, in which, as with most of my adventures, drinking is the main theme.
Friday was the birthday of Danielle, one of Kellys friends who i've gotten to know over the last few months. The plan was to go to the pub at lunch for some drinkypoos, then head to a bar/club (I always thought a great name for a place would be bar stroke club) for some happy hour cocktails and shenanigans on the dance floor.
Well, the first part of this plan went alright. Danielle turned up at the pub already slightly worse for wear as her cheeky work colleagues had been plying her with alcohol already, so she was a bit squiffy but that just made it that bit more entertaining. Kelly and I had some delicious food (Kelly had a coronation chicken sandwich, I had some spicy chicken things with salsa stuff in a pitta bread and chips, mm) and a drink. I bought Danielle a bacardi and lemonade so I can proudly say that I contributed to her drunkenness! (not sure if that's spelt right, or even if it's a word for that matter). Tunes were played on the jukebox and gifts were handed out, and that's about it really. Kelly and I left at 2 to head back to work, and left Danielle in there with her work chums.
Fast forward about 3 hours. The afternoon is dragging and all we want to do is get out of the office and get some delicious cocktaily goodness into our stomachs. We received an email from Danielle saying something along the lines of "I've had four double shots since lunch time - but i'll be ok when we meet up later". I thought nothing of it and had a hearty chuckle (complete with shoulder wobble).
5:30 came and I waited outside for Danielle to arrive whilst Kelly slapped her face on. 10 minutes had passed and no sign of either of them...15 minutes, 20....25...30 minutes had passed and still no sign! Kelly then called and said "guess what...Danielles too wasted so she's going home!". Nightmare of nightmares! The birthday girl had to bow out and miss her own party! The other people going all decided to sack it off too and do their own things, so it was me, Kelly and some money, all in the mood for boozeage. We decided still to go out and have some drinks, so we headed to a pub for some pre-going out drinks to decide where to go out. An hour or so, a couple of drinks and a pleasant chat later, I had a sudden brainwave as the word "REFLEX" came into my head. Reflex is a chain of bars that specialise in 80s music, with a bit of 70s and 90s thrown in for good measure. Basically, they play cheese all night. As someone who doesn't like most clubs, this kind of place is perfect as i'm a huge fan of cheese. So anyway, it was decided, a cab was hailed and to St. Pauls we went!
The only hitch being that we forgot where the club actually was. So we found a bar down a random street to have a quick drink and, using the magic of 63336 (a texting service that answers any question you send it), we found the address for the club and ventured forth when our glasses were empty.
10 minutes later and we'd found the club, only a tiny queue outside and we were there! By this time it was about 9:00 and the place was already packed, I think we arrived just at the right time before people start coming out of pubs looking for somewhere to throw shapes. We headed straight for the bar, I can't remember what we had first but for the majority of the night I was drinking Jagermeister and coke with random shots thrown in here and there for good measure. Kelly was on Vodka with lemonade and lime (I think!), and shots involved included Apple Sours (or sourz?), Aftershock, and probably more too. As is usually the case with me, it takes a certain level of drunkenness (there's that word again) before I can commit to spazzing out on the dancefloor. I could tell Kelly was in the mood for some dancing so I downed my drink, went to the bar for some more, and then I was in the mood for dancing. Unfortunately I missed Jason Donovan's "Too many broken hearts" or whatever it's called, but they played some classics after that so all was well. Highlights of the night included The Quo, Bonjovi, Spandau Ballet, Bryan Adams, I think they even played the Grease Megamix, and there were countless others that I can't remember, but I knew I threw shapes and the air guitar even made an appearance! Good job I remembered to pack it.
The only downside of the night was that me and Kelly got seperated for about half an hour and couldn't find each other, but by that point we were nicely hammered and it was time to head home so we found each other outside, got a taxi, and headed back. A £30 taxi ride and some greasy sausage and chips later, it was time for bed.
The night was totally random and unplanned, and i've always thought that those are the best kind of nights. Usually when a night out has been planned for weeks it can be a bit of an anti-climax, but random nights are great as there's no expectation and you can just go with the flow. Finding cool bars down side streets, heading to random clubs, drinking previously undiscovered booze, all make a random night out one of the best!
Hurrah!
Oh, the hangover the next day was pretty bad though. I still have a headache even now, 2 nights later. Hmm.
Stay tuned for more of Phils Wacky Adventures! (TM).
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