Last night, I was just going to stay at home to work, but us mate Fiona sent me a text message asking if I was coming to the metal night, and I decided I had time to, my foot was in good enough shape, and I could do with a night o hedonism.
Normally, I only get drunk on special occasions, for alcohol turns me into even more of a rambling lunatic than I normally am, and although it's nice to be a lunatic (hit me! hit me! hit me! No, not really - not all of us goth-types are into S&M, you know!), I'm not convinced it's worth spending a few hours and muchos money to get beyond my initial depressed-drunk state and lose all my motor sk1llz, common sense and inhibitions. While people tend to like me more when I'm in inebriated, I apparently say stuff I shouldn't, and expect people would fast tire of me if I was always that way.
However, as my life has recently seemed to be lacking in joy and luxury, I've decided I need to broaden my definition of "special occasion" to include "nights out when I don't have to drive home afterwards". (And this isn't as alky as it sounds, as I'm really not going to have many more before I'm exiled to a year in deepest darkest Cumbria.)
So I got more drunk than I've ever been in my life (but still didn't have a hangover afterwards! Rock! Probably because I didn't sleep, but you know, whatever!) I headbanged exhuberantly, danced in the toilets, and I rambled on to random people. And verily, it was great fun, and Fiona still gave me and some bloke I'd just met a lift to the goth night afterwards, so I can't have said anything too foolhardy.
Tried to go to the famous casino with the bloke between the goth night ending and the trains starting running, but they wouldn't let us in on account of my companion's ripped jeans. Barstewards1. Probably just as well, mind, as I'd have happily given away even more money than I usually do while inebriated.
I then proceeded to bring said bloke home with me, something I Just Don't Do, but It Was All Good.
So, a darn fine night. May there be many more of similar calibre!
1. Another made-up swearword. I got it from Noj.
Wednesday 18 August 2004
And now for the quintannual doggerel!
It's been a bit of dull sort of day
If it wasn't such an insult to homosexuals, I'd say it was gay.
And while, if I'm honest, it wasn't too bad,
It was far from the interestingest day that I've had.
On the plus side, I got lots of work done.
But answering e-mail was the extent of the fun.
Yesterday, similarly, was a bit poo.
Though I spent about an hour talking to the security guard, who, last time I saw him, showed me - in the event of someone trying to grab my throat - what to do.
Once I got home, was too tired to do owt
So I just finished "Jane Eyre" and then lazed about.
Fell asleep with the light on, and slept fully dressed.
It's a good thing I'm not a manic depressive, or I might get depressed.
