After long deliberation, i had made what is possibly the most daft decision ever.
I decided that going to a job interview would be far less fun than getting 'wasted', so cancelled it!
To say that (with my newfound 'gold pass' to tosserdom) i got a bit decadent could be the understatement of all eternity...
Testament to the level of my godawful intoxication came from the fact that, out of the blue, i found myself standing (and, i daresay, trying to dance) on the pole in the middle of the bar that we were visiting.
Further proof that my 'executive decision making' skills weren't quite fine-tuned was highlighted by the fact that, after dawning on me that i'd been standing there for a good few minutes (demolishing whatever 'street cred' i had left by becoming the epitaph of 'white boy' dancing ), it took me a further two minutes to actually get down....
One small thing made me 'do a smile' when i thought about it afterwards:
Throughout all of the 'pole incident' i had managed to take a full glass of JD and Coke up there with me, drink half of it, and get back down, all without spilling a drop! (Or at least, without spilling an amount that somebody in such a state would notice).
The rest of the night was fittingly 'cool', with the usual 'things' occuring, including what can best be described as a 'stare out' between me and two sportswear-clad gentlemen who thought that making constant eye contact with me would somehow result in me speaking to them (or something). This was, with hindsight, quite scary, as i was probably in for one of two things:
1) A fight (which i'd like to thing i'd have one. (honestly, i could have!))
2) A right bumming (which i don't think i'd have 'won'...)
Anyway, exams etc. approaching, so i must vacate the realms of 'blogger' for a few days, and reviiiiseeeee!
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