Murray_H
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Crazy, absolutely crazy
Started in the college bar, planned on a few drinks in costume. When we got there, loads of people were in costume and had planned a bar crawl, so we thought why not.
First bar, Cuths if I remember rightly, bit small, saw a guy in a bat costume with the scariest face ever, but the best thing was he had umbrellas for wings, it was so funny.
My pumpkin handbag was partly full of sweets at this moment, lots of women asking for some sugar which is never a bad thing.
Had a snakebite and black (why? i don't know), watched the rugby team drink about an ocean's worth of beer in 2 minutes. Then we left (after we watched someone get a birthday cake).
On the way, we walk into St. Johns. Some woman is sitting in the foyer, so we give her some sweets (lovehearts) and we left.
Next bar - St. Chads. We walk in.....'hmmm looks a bit posh' we go through a door, down a flight of stairs and into something that looks like a submarine chamber. More sweet giving, have a double vodka redbull, and we leave (it was too small to stay).
Onto Castle bar. On the way, we pass the cathedral. There are big spotlights lighting up the cathedral, so me and my friend project ourselves onto it.
Into castle, I see the marilyn monroe statue my mate nicked the skirt of. Order some smenergies, no can do though. Have a double JD + coke. More sweets, piss stop - see the guy from a comedy night we went to. Give him a sweet. Meet rasputin in the toilets, sort out my cape.
Onto Klute. Crazy nightclub, small, sweaty and pure cheese music. Offer all the bouncers sweets, none take any. Get more pissed on about 3 double vodkas and coke (£2.00 a pop), dance, say hi to a friend and snog her with my vampire teeth, dance some more, sing to queen, go to the loo.
By this time I had mixed my drinks so frigging much it wasn't staying down. Go into a cubicle, chunder (quite accurately it seems, no stains on my clothes...), next thing I know (still standing) "right, out." Bouncer came to take me away - thought it was because someone said theres a vampire chucking up in the loo...but no.....the nightclub was empty, everyone had gone home - even my friends.
I was proper hammered by this point, vision is hazy, feeling ill, tired, speech slurring, on my own. Walk across a bridge, feel really bad, go to sleep in a shop doorway.
Wake up, ****ing freezing, cape is inadequate at keeping anything warm yet I wrap up, shivering, and start talking to myself (more like shouting to myself). Women walks by "are you ok, do you want a hand home?"
"nope i'll be fine"
what a lie. I coutdown from six (why?) and get up, literally stagger back home (up a hill, not too far from my makeshift bed), open the front door, up the stairs.
Then it hits me. It sometimes smells of weed in our building, but bugger me. I could have got high just by breathing in.
Walk round to my room. I see a skeleton passed out on the floor. It was my mate, who had left his keys in my room. I wake him up, and pass out on the floor next to him. About 4 o'clock in the morning, we both wake up, i get his keys, he goes for a shower (he was a painted skeleton).
I pass out on my bed.
Then I awake at half 10.
And that was it, absolutely bloody insane. I was frigging lucky that nothing happened to me, I managed to lose my pumpkin handbag, but I don't give a shit, just thank god that I was ok.
Anyway, apart from the near hypothermia, it was a good night!
Started in the college bar, planned on a few drinks in costume. When we got there, loads of people were in costume and had planned a bar crawl, so we thought why not.
First bar, Cuths if I remember rightly, bit small, saw a guy in a bat costume with the scariest face ever, but the best thing was he had umbrellas for wings, it was so funny.
My pumpkin handbag was partly full of sweets at this moment, lots of women asking for some sugar which is never a bad thing.
Had a snakebite and black (why? i don't know), watched the rugby team drink about an ocean's worth of beer in 2 minutes. Then we left (after we watched someone get a birthday cake).
On the way, we walk into St. Johns. Some woman is sitting in the foyer, so we give her some sweets (lovehearts) and we left.
Next bar - St. Chads. We walk in.....'hmmm looks a bit posh' we go through a door, down a flight of stairs and into something that looks like a submarine chamber. More sweet giving, have a double vodka redbull, and we leave (it was too small to stay).
Onto Castle bar. On the way, we pass the cathedral. There are big spotlights lighting up the cathedral, so me and my friend project ourselves onto it.
Into castle, I see the marilyn monroe statue my mate nicked the skirt of. Order some smenergies, no can do though. Have a double JD + coke. More sweets, piss stop - see the guy from a comedy night we went to. Give him a sweet. Meet rasputin in the toilets, sort out my cape.
Onto Klute. Crazy nightclub, small, sweaty and pure cheese music. Offer all the bouncers sweets, none take any. Get more pissed on about 3 double vodkas and coke (£2.00 a pop), dance, say hi to a friend and snog her with my vampire teeth, dance some more, sing to queen, go to the loo.
By this time I had mixed my drinks so frigging much it wasn't staying down. Go into a cubicle, chunder (quite accurately it seems, no stains on my clothes...), next thing I know (still standing) "right, out." Bouncer came to take me away - thought it was because someone said theres a vampire chucking up in the loo...but no.....the nightclub was empty, everyone had gone home - even my friends.
I was proper hammered by this point, vision is hazy, feeling ill, tired, speech slurring, on my own. Walk across a bridge, feel really bad, go to sleep in a shop doorway.
Wake up, ****ing freezing, cape is inadequate at keeping anything warm yet I wrap up, shivering, and start talking to myself (more like shouting to myself). Women walks by "are you ok, do you want a hand home?"
"nope i'll be fine"
what a lie. I coutdown from six (why?) and get up, literally stagger back home (up a hill, not too far from my makeshift bed), open the front door, up the stairs.
Then it hits me. It sometimes smells of weed in our building, but bugger me. I could have got high just by breathing in.
Walk round to my room. I see a skeleton passed out on the floor. It was my mate, who had left his keys in my room. I wake him up, and pass out on the floor next to him. About 4 o'clock in the morning, we both wake up, i get his keys, he goes for a shower (he was a painted skeleton).
I pass out on my bed.
Then I awake at half 10.
And that was it, absolutely bloody insane. I was frigging lucky that nothing happened to me, I managed to lose my pumpkin handbag, but I don't give a shit, just thank god that I was ok.
Anyway, apart from the near hypothermia, it was a good night!
