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A night out
Aug. 5th, 2005 02:00 pmWell, its been a while, not much has happened in general but last night was a big night out so It hought I'd describe it...
It all started because Isabel, one of my work colleagues, is moving out to the US to man the new US office. As you can imagine we organised a farewell night out. It was a thursday night but I figured since it was a work do turning up at work in the morning worse for wear wouldn't be too much of a problem.
So straight after work we had a bit of a drinks and presentation thing in the office before we watched a strange video - a german film (though in english) called Dinner for One. It was actually quite funny.
At 7 we headed into abingdon to the Dil Raj (or something like that) for curry. I'm ont a big fan of curry but I had some and it was quite nice and I actually didn't have the same as I ordered before which some of my audience may be pleasantly surpised by - my habit of ordering the same thing on the menu everytime I go to a restaurant is quite legendary. :) I still had my car at this point so was still on the coke but plenty of other people were drinking and it was a good sociable time.
At about 9:30 we finally leave the restaurant with plans for a few drinks in oxford. I give a few people a lift into town and then go home to dump the car. The lovely housemate gave me a lift into town and I got to the pub where the others were (Copa) for about 10:30.
Now you may think that getting to the pub at 10:30 would mean that I wouldn't get that drunk? I was certainly under this impression and was mildly annoyed that we'd spent so long in abingdon. However, all was good with the world.
For a start Copa stayed open til 12 so a good few drinks were had in there. Then once we were done there some brave people were asking where would be open later? So, a brave half dozen, whittled down from the original 10 that made it to oxford, ventured out to see what they could find. Our next port of call was "Shout" which used to be the Chicago Rock Cafe. As we entered they were playing "Summer of 69" which they followed up with "Sweet child of mine" and "walk this way" (the aerosmith only version). There was much singing along to this and we thought the world was a good place when "living on a prayer came on".
Unfortunately things took a turn for the worst here as they put on more modern rubbish. The only songs I recognised from this point in where, I think, "Filthy Gorgeous" and "Angels". On the plus side though the club seemed to have installed a cheap pole for the evening and were encouraging the locals to dance round it. Some of the chavettes (and quite attractive ones at that) danced round it. There was much pisstaking from us and, I confess, a small amount of eyeing them up. Still, I strongly suspect that if they hadn't wanted to be stared at they would have worn more than a belt and wouldn't have been pole dancing...
Anyway, as the night drew to a close there we realised that there was still plenty of drinking time left (assuming we could find somewhere that opened beyond 1AM). Of course, thirst did the honours nicely and I moved on to the cocktails. Probably not my smartest move but I'd already started on spirits in the previous place (archers and redbull due to a mistake in ordering).
Thirst was quite busy (moreso than kiss which we went into briefly before people decided it might be empty for a good reason). I guess we must have been there for an hour or so. I can't really tell you much more though since my memory is a little sketchy at this point. I do remember going home and visiting a bab van that I had never been to before (I did not partake though). It had a fine selection of burgers including burgers with bacon on. I was impressed, I must admit.
Anyway, I then have dim recollections of staggering back to the bus stop via a brief detour to broad street to see if Hassan was there (I alreayd knew Hussain wasn't in town). The bus ride home was subjectively very brief. I got on the bus, fell asleep and woke up just as I was going round the Cutteslowe roundabout (which I discovered last night is proncounced cuts-low rahter than cutterslow - with apologies for the pronunciation guides being crap). So I got off, staggered down the road (deciding I was too hot so taking my shirt off as I walked down the road despite it raining) and got home. I am hoping that at this point I staggered to bed, and went to sleep.
The only thing left to add is that I did start to emulate![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elle_. In what way I hear you ask? Well, this morning as I was leaving for work I got a text saying "Hope you're not feeling too hungover...". I was a little confused since I don't remember telling taigne that I was going out. Oh well, I must have done I thought. Then five minutes later I realised what had happened and I checked the sent items in my phone. Yup. Drunken and forgotten text messages. My phone doesn't record what time they were sent so I'm not entirely sure when I sent them. I suspect it was probably in shout though. Still, there were no complaints about the messages so all is good. :)
And this morning I got into work late and have had an unrpoductive day (though not so bad as you'd think). Chips at lunch time hit the spot even more so than usual. Its what my body had been crying out for to me. I do think though that this goes to show that just because its a schoolnight it doesn't mean I can't go out and do stuff. On the other hand I am going to be spending the night in tonight to recover. Laptop and videos I think. Possibly more veronica mars (for it is cool).
It all started because Isabel, one of my work colleagues, is moving out to the US to man the new US office. As you can imagine we organised a farewell night out. It was a thursday night but I figured since it was a work do turning up at work in the morning worse for wear wouldn't be too much of a problem.
So straight after work we had a bit of a drinks and presentation thing in the office before we watched a strange video - a german film (though in english) called Dinner for One. It was actually quite funny.
At 7 we headed into abingdon to the Dil Raj (or something like that) for curry. I'm ont a big fan of curry but I had some and it was quite nice and I actually didn't have the same as I ordered before which some of my audience may be pleasantly surpised by - my habit of ordering the same thing on the menu everytime I go to a restaurant is quite legendary. :) I still had my car at this point so was still on the coke but plenty of other people were drinking and it was a good sociable time.
At about 9:30 we finally leave the restaurant with plans for a few drinks in oxford. I give a few people a lift into town and then go home to dump the car. The lovely housemate gave me a lift into town and I got to the pub where the others were (Copa) for about 10:30.
Now you may think that getting to the pub at 10:30 would mean that I wouldn't get that drunk? I was certainly under this impression and was mildly annoyed that we'd spent so long in abingdon. However, all was good with the world.
For a start Copa stayed open til 12 so a good few drinks were had in there. Then once we were done there some brave people were asking where would be open later? So, a brave half dozen, whittled down from the original 10 that made it to oxford, ventured out to see what they could find. Our next port of call was "Shout" which used to be the Chicago Rock Cafe. As we entered they were playing "Summer of 69" which they followed up with "Sweet child of mine" and "walk this way" (the aerosmith only version). There was much singing along to this and we thought the world was a good place when "living on a prayer came on".
Unfortunately things took a turn for the worst here as they put on more modern rubbish. The only songs I recognised from this point in where, I think, "Filthy Gorgeous" and "Angels". On the plus side though the club seemed to have installed a cheap pole for the evening and were encouraging the locals to dance round it. Some of the chavettes (and quite attractive ones at that) danced round it. There was much pisstaking from us and, I confess, a small amount of eyeing them up. Still, I strongly suspect that if they hadn't wanted to be stared at they would have worn more than a belt and wouldn't have been pole dancing...
Anyway, as the night drew to a close there we realised that there was still plenty of drinking time left (assuming we could find somewhere that opened beyond 1AM). Of course, thirst did the honours nicely and I moved on to the cocktails. Probably not my smartest move but I'd already started on spirits in the previous place (archers and redbull due to a mistake in ordering).
Thirst was quite busy (moreso than kiss which we went into briefly before people decided it might be empty for a good reason). I guess we must have been there for an hour or so. I can't really tell you much more though since my memory is a little sketchy at this point. I do remember going home and visiting a bab van that I had never been to before (I did not partake though). It had a fine selection of burgers including burgers with bacon on. I was impressed, I must admit.
Anyway, I then have dim recollections of staggering back to the bus stop via a brief detour to broad street to see if Hassan was there (I alreayd knew Hussain wasn't in town). The bus ride home was subjectively very brief. I got on the bus, fell asleep and woke up just as I was going round the Cutteslowe roundabout (which I discovered last night is proncounced cuts-low rahter than cutterslow - with apologies for the pronunciation guides being crap). So I got off, staggered down the road (deciding I was too hot so taking my shirt off as I walked down the road despite it raining) and got home. I am hoping that at this point I staggered to bed, and went to sleep.
The only thing left to add is that I did start to emulate
elle_. In what way I hear you ask? Well, this morning as I was leaving for work I got a text saying "Hope you're not feeling too hungover...". I was a little confused since I don't remember telling taigne that I was going out. Oh well, I must have done I thought. Then five minutes later I realised what had happened and I checked the sent items in my phone. Yup. Drunken and forgotten text messages. My phone doesn't record what time they were sent so I'm not entirely sure when I sent them. I suspect it was probably in shout though. Still, there were no complaints about the messages so all is good. :)And this morning I got into work late and have had an unrpoductive day (though not so bad as you'd think). Chips at lunch time hit the spot even more so than usual. Its what my body had been crying out for to me. I do think though that this goes to show that just because its a schoolnight it doesn't mean I can't go out and do stuff. On the other hand I am going to be spending the night in tonight to recover. Laptop and videos I think. Possibly more veronica mars (for it is cool).
