I'm old...

I realized this yesterday, when it took me untill 7 pm to recover from the hangover that was accomplished on a club-night that lasted untill 3 am on sunday morning. I realize this today, when I notice it took me over a day to write down the story.

well, 3 am on a sunday morning used to be when I started to warm up when I was younger. I wouldn't've been seen dead in a club before 1 - 1.30 am. it just wasn't worth going out before that. so we'd spend the time hanging around at a mate's, get some plonk in or try to cheat our stomach lining with food we'd puke out later anyways, what with all the alcohol-and-E-mix we'd forcefeed ourselves with the rest of the night.
anyways... I met up with M-girl and C-girl at midnight saturday-to-sunday, in front of a club downtown. we decided to go around the corner to the basement of a café first, where they have a tiny little club, fitting for about 40 people (but they have a dancing pole to make up for that. not a dancing person of east-european descent, no.. one of those strip-joint accessories connecting the floor with the ceiling). there was a total of 3 guys our age in the place, the rest were 16 - 20 years old. at least with the bit of light down there, noone saw our grey hair.

after a round of drinks, we buggered off to the club we had met up to begin with and went down without paying at the door. that's the club I used to work at, nowadays it has a different name though, and they changed the corner where my crew used to hang out into a vip-lounge. bastards.

we had another bunch of drinks. by the third or so, C-girl started to have a considerable list to the side and wasn't standing too firmly on her feet anymore. but that didn't stop any of us from shaking our moneymakers. no indeed not. anone remember the knack's "my sharona"? that riff, in a nice house-techno boom-boom. of course, when you're younger than 20, you won't remember that song. I did though. and kept chanting MY MY MY MYYYY SHAROOONAAA over the riff. I'll do whatever slightly amusing after I had enough to drink.

we got bored after a bit, and went 4 doors further, into another basement club. young crowd, they were playing RnB there, and C-girl was sent to the bar to get the next round for us. we only managed to spill half when we decided it was too lame for us and we left again. but since we're economical... we carried our half-full drinks along. they'll let 3 drunk women do that in my city. bouncers probably fear the wrath of the harpyies. we needed the drinks anyways, since we decided to walk around 2 more corners for a little ground-level club, but the bouncer there wouldn't let C-girl go in, after M-girl had already run inside with her glass in her pocket. C-girl put her drink on the floor, asking if it was okay now? bouncer said no, go throw the glass away over there in the trashcan. she tried to pick it up, but instead of her hand grasping the glass, she managed to kick the glass with her foot and it broke and she asked if she can go in now? the bouncer said no, so she picked up 2 of the bigger shards, put them in the trashcan in the next doorway and came back. the moment the bouncer was about to let us in, M-girl came back out shouting how shite it was inside and we should go back to the second club of the night. so off we went.

by that time, I was still nursing my half vodka-lemon I had carried around in the pocket of my parka. (no, I didn't spill any) I noticed I needed to go to the bathroom. bad. and home, too. I had tried to sneak off a few times after 2:30... but they wouldn't let me go home. so, I went to the loo in that club and then told the girls in a firm (if slurring) voice, that I'd take up the opportunity to crawl home now. which is what I did.


when I came home a little after 3 am, I pulled the glass out of my pocket and put it in the kitchen. where it still stands on the counter, in its pristine stolen glory. other people manage to at least steal an ashtray. I am now the proud owner of a slightly used londrink glass. not that there had been a glass shortage in my cupboards previously.