College Xmas Party Fiasco

I took the day off work yesterday, due to the fact that I was out the night before for the college Christmas party. I was quite dreading the night, to be honest, seeing as I have found it hard enough to strike up any form of conversation with most of the people in college. About 49 people went to the party, which was nearly everbody. We went to ThunderRoad for dinner. I had the chicken salad for starters, followed by the chicken for the main course - ooo, how exciting I hear you gasp. The problem was that there was nothing else on the menu that I particularly liked - they either had mushrooms or some kinda weird sauce that probably would have burnt my ring off the following day. The starter was nice, but the main course was basically a brest of over-cooked chicken, a little bit of sauce on the side, and chips. How disappointing. The banoffie pie more than made up for it though. During the meal, I indulged in four cocktails, each of increasing colour. I'd still day the pina colada was my favourite.

After the meal we all headed to zanzibar. The place was pretty empty but filled up a bit later on from about 12:30 onwards. I had a few vodkas and a shot of goldshlager - i havent got a clue how you spell that. A bit of dancing ensued, but as the group I was with formed one of those circles, like you see at bad weddings, when everyone is just standing around clapping their hands, and eventually some one gets in the middle and does the birdie-dance, I didn't dance for too long. Sometimes I just feel like my lightning footwork is completely wasted. Although, we did have a laugh when one of the lads pulled out a little tin of snuff, and we all start doing lines on the dance-floor. God knows what we must have looked like, a big group of us huddled together wiping the brown residue off of our noses as our eyes welled up due to the strength of the substance. We all looked like little-hitlers with our brown mustaches. Awww.

When the bar closed a few of the people I was hanging around with, decided to jump in a taxi and head to Leggs. When we got there (Snuffman came with) they told us the place was closed. It was the same with the club across the road. To be honest, I was relieved as I wasnt really looking forward to going to a lapdancing club, even though the majority of the group were girls. Snuffman then suggested we walk to baggot street to find a place called Joys, or something along those lines (all the while, we were continuing to do line after line of snuff ). We found eventually, after much swaggering in the street and one of the girls falling over. There was a guy lying flat out on the pavement against the railings. Snuffman attempted to help him up, but he started mubbling some drunken shit, and grabbed Snuffman's hair (the drunk was in his early 40s). One of the other lads had to prize him free, and it was only then we realised that the drunk's arms were covered in blood. The bouncer at the door told us we better move away cause he had called the gardaí about 10mins ago, after some fight in the club that the drunk had been involved in. So as we crossed the street, sure enough a squad car pulled up and dragged the drunk into the back seat.

We were all feeling dejected at this stage. One of the postgrads suggested we head down to the centra on Westmorland st, buy some cans and go back to his place. The girls were complaining their feet hurt so they jumped in a taxi with Snuffman, and me and the other guy who was left (we had both decided at this stage we were just going to head to the nitelink) said we'd walk. When we got to the end of Grafton St, we bumped into the guys who'd gotten the taxi. Apparently someone had crashed into the back of their taxi and they had to hang around till the gardai came cause they were witnesses. As we were being told this, the guys in the car that had crashed got out, pushed their car around the taxi, jumped in and sped off. What fun! Numbers were exchanged with the taxi driver etc etc. Eventually when we got to centra, surprise, surprise, they had stopped selling alcohol. We had to conceed that the night was now officially over. Myself and the guy I had walked from Baggot St with, grabbed our respective nitelinks while the rest of them got a taxi home. Oh, how fun it is to drag a night out so.

I was supposed to go to an LGB party on in NCAD last night, but didn't bother. I was far too tired. Although M rang me to see if I was going. I'm still curious to know what he's up to, or what he's after.