Sweat-box Cinema

Twas a fun-filled weekend indeed! Something that I badly needed after an over-worked week in college.

Friday night went swiftly enough, aided by a rancid bottle of red wine drank hastily in a friend's apartment before hand. Then onto Hogan's, which was kind of shite. So myself Dee & Ruth made a quick departure to the G. The music was surprisingly crap. Unless you're e'd off your tits, how can you enjoy that whole techno 'unst-unst' vibe? Me, being a little tipsy, made some failed drunken advances on some random guys on the dancefloor - advances consisting of me dancing up beside them and hoping that my body-popping moves caught their attention. We didn't stay for long and headed home early in a taxi.

I was in the Village on Sat night for a joint birthday-type-celebration. I'm not a huge fan of the place, mainly due to the fact they have never heard of air-conditioning and any time I've been there the dj has played the same hour-long set, repeatedly until closing. And that fuckin' projector! What fun it is to be blinded most of the night! Who the hell wants to watch Cool Hand Luke with the sound off anyway!? I have to say though, that I did have a good time. Mainly just because everybody was out and I got to talk to people I hadn't seen in ages. Im telling you, everywhere is getting gayer by the week, which is fantastic! I mean the place was screaming with them (well metrosexuals at least)! Maybe its just my gaydar is finally clearing out all that static that has been hampering its use for so long.

A Posh Night Out

I went out last night with the postgrads from college. It was a joint-birthday-type-celebration-drinks thing. We went to Kehoe's first. I have never been in a pub before where I have been afraid that at any given moment the floor could give away and we could all plummet to our miserable end. But I was last night. Speak about being traditional, this pub is basically prehistoric. I mean it had a carpet in it for fuck's sake! Although, it did give it a kind of charm. No, I take it back. In reality, its a dump. Thank god it wasn't too packed, because there would have been a severe danger of suffocation - the tiny little windows barely provided enough air as it was! I was relieved enough that we were leaving, but when I heard we were heading to Renards I was even more delighted. One of the guys who was out is an accountant or something so he got us in for free. It wasn't nearly as posh as I expected or hoped. More of a packed sweat-box. The music was great, tiny dancefloor and plenty of ignorant bitches who think that just cause they have some money they can dance on the couches in their stilettos. There were lots of nice looking men in suits though ;) It would be much better with less people.

I'm beginning to dislike straight pubs and clubs more and more. Or maybe its just drunk straight people in straight pubs and clubs.

23

I turned the ripe old age of 23 over the weekend, on Saturday to be exact. For the celebrations we went to the Flounge where high jinx was had by all. I was really pleased with the turn out - I think there were roughly 20 of us there altogether. God, it's fabulous being so popular! The most bizarre turn of events for the evening goes to the moment when my parents, yes you heard it right, my parents show up in the flounge for a drink. That's not to say I'm not appreciative of the effort they're going to to try and be comfortable with the whole situation, but if your parents decided to show up at whatever pub/club you were out in with your friends, trying to get duly hammered, would it not be a tad 'uncomfortable'? It was sweet of them though.

23. It's a bit of a crappy age. It doesn't have the excitement of 21, or even 22, or the foreboding of 24. I feel so old. I'm not ready to be old.

Lunch Lady Bitch-Face

I went and got two sandwiches for my lunch today in the Spar in college. So, I go up to the counter and tell the lovely lady that I would like two white-bread sandwiches please.

"Butter?".
"No thanks - just some mayonnaise"
"So what would you like on them?"
"Well, I'll have the same on both...I.."
"Why?"
"Pardon?"
"Why do you want the same on both? You know you don't have to have the same"

Well, duh! Excuse me, bitch, what's it to you? I'll have my sandwiches whatever way I please!

What kind of question is that to ask anyone anyway?

Mixed Messages

If someone you've been seeing says something to you, along the lines of :

"I'm not really ready to get into a relationship at the moment, because there's just too much going on for me. Because of that, you can't expect me to text you everyday or to be able to meet you every week. But I really like you, sexually not platonically, and I would like to keep dating you. But I might decide one day that I don't want to see you anymore."

How do you take it? I don't think you could get many more mixed messages into a single statement.