Day 211 - 16/04/2010
Last night was mental.
We started out in Orange rooms, and it was 2 for 1 cocktails so we had a couple of spicy mojitos. Next to the bar, there were all these guys of the latino persuasion breakdancing and stuff, and they were grabbing girls and swinging them around and stuff. The girls pretended they hated it and thought the guys were stupid but they clearly enjoyed it. It was an extremely uncomfortable atmosphere and someone really needed to wipe the gargantuan smiles off these guys faces, but when the bouncers came over and told them to stop being morons and dance in, hey, maybe a club rather than a bar, we decided to leave.
So far off to a terrible start.
We went to Walkabout, which is never any good according to Marc, but it's cheap drinks. Apparently.
In we go. It was about 80/20 male/female, and 70% of those males were pikeys, and the other 30% were on a stag do. We had a few drinks, got chatting to these women who were clearly about 30 but told us they were 21, and then when Marc got a text from his friend about VIP entry into a local club, we left.
We got to the club, and his friend met us outside and told us that we had to wait here while the guy with the wrist bands came out. While we're stood there waiting, we learn that this girl's cousin (the girl we met outside the club) is a stripper for the strip club 'For Your Eyes Only', and that she is dating a Sultan of Saudi Arabia, who is at the club tonight, who will be giving us the VIP wristbands.
We wait, and a tan skinned guy comes out and gives us some gold wristbands, and we go in and into the VIP area. We meet the Sultan, shake his hand, say hello, and go straight over to the mini bar. Bottles of alcohol, champagne, vodka, Jack Daniels, jugs of coke. I pick up a bottle of Jack Daniels and swig it from the bottle, grinning uncontrollably. We party until the early hours of the morning, the club closes, we leave, but Marc wants to shag this girl we met, so we go back to her flat.
Her flat is in this big block, and we got into her flat, and there was no one else there. Cue, third wheel. Anyway, in her flat there are these 2 dogs. I'm like, "Hey, are you allowed dogs in here?" and she's like, "No, but they're Sabrina's." (The stripper). She goes and picks up all the dog crap they've left on the floor, and Marc and I go into the kitchen and eat all her food. Reheated Chinese, biscuits, cereal, generally making a mess and laughing the whole time. I have to sleep in the living room on a poxy sofa while Marc has sex with her in the next room.
I receive a text the morning after from Marc saying, "Mate... where the hell are we? Shall we go?" and I was like, "Yeah, let's." The girl had gone, no idea where, so we got up and left. Turns out Marc doesn't remember if he actually had sex haha. He woke up naked, so he thinks he did.
Anyway, we leave the flat and we have no idea where we were, so we found the sea, and we realise we're about 5 miles from Marc's house. It was a long, hungover walk home.
I am not sure I would want to see that!!!
