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.