pretty much the best combination ever to be conceived.
i'll set the scene. it's a wednesday. i buy a new pair of tweed superstars, (they are fuckin' slammin') haha, for thirty geebeeepees no less! waw. then go and get the hair chopped. into a very sporty little number mite i add. quite a bit shorter than the usual look i've been rocking. (yes this is when the magazine reading went down - see previous post!) so then we blitzed it back to band prac. a record time of 20 minutes dead was achieved. although many a life was put on the line several times - rinse! blog does not condone dangerous driving, for the record! we made it. in one piece which was the important thing...
anyway. a cheeky ffw >> here and the mood is tense. it's around seven, and the night was due to kick off in around an hour, it was told we were out for a quiet one (an usual story) but i had no intentions of going out quietly. soo there we were sat in your generic, american fast food outlet and i was feeling wired, on edge, and genuinely weird about the upcoming night out. i had no idea why. maybe it was the hair? was i keen on it? maybe i was excited to rock my new strides? afterall they were tweed?! yes. but no i couldn't put my finger on it. and this feeling stuck with me weeeell into the early round of the night. until alcohol to blood ratio become a little better stacked in the booze side of the ring.
so the night went on. pint after pint. with a cheeky frisky bison thrown in there. onto the jagerbombs, and more jagerbombs, broken by the odd cocktail and a vodka shot train. booom. all aboard the bangbus! - thing were loookin' good. i was feeling pumped. and there was decidely enough alcohol in my body now to vacate wind street, leaving behind the slags and the meatt'eads to a better place. (controvertial) hah!
well basicly, i went to the generic late opening alternative music bar, got even more tanked up, met a lovely woman, and from there I could leave it in the words of the great Lionel himself.
"...all night long!" yes, i'll let you interprett the rest. BOOM.
soo what a success. was it down to the new hair, the new strides, or the sunshine yellow clipper in my pocket. or was it just ment to be?
it doesn't really matter in all fairness. and it probably was a combination of all of that.
but i had a slammin' night out and thought i would tell the world.
this would have been written alot sooner and would have contained much more facts of the night however getting in at six thirty in the morning, doesn't exactly make you want to get on your blog game. and well... shits been busy the last few days. ha!
as they say in llanddaw, ciao for now! x
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