I know I usually do this post on a Sunday, but I wasn’t feeling up to typing stuff out last night, so do forgive me.
So then. David’s Stag Night – an abridged version of Saturday night’s journey.
David, Alex (Katie’s brother) and I started off at home, drinking Long Island Iced Tea and Corona. Mum made us a hearty Steak Pie – it’s important to fill your stomach before a big drinking session, sets you up nicely. Walked up and met Uncle George, and Alex got some cigarillos. I was unsure as to whether or not you inhaled cigarillo smoke. I am still unsure. Got the Brightwater Inn, had a few drinks, Uncle George told some stories and loads of people turned up. It was really nice to finally, properly meet some of David’s friends. We left Uncle George at the Brighty, then started the trek towards town. I popped into “Bargain Booze” and got some tins for the walk – ah, drinking a can of beer whilst walking to town, just like old times. Not really knowing Southampton anymore, I was at a loss as to where to go. Apart from ending up at some kind of lap-dancing club, I had no real itinerary or list of destinations, I was more than happy to take suggestions from people more knowledgeable then I.
We decided to go into Bedfords and have a drink. Man, it was heaving in there. We soon left there, and after a bit of deliberation decided to go to the Aqua Lounge. They had lap-dancers in there, and it was somewhere we could all get into, as some of us didn’t have shoes, only trainers. Some of Katie’s friends who aren’t into boobs went to a gay bar/club, I’m not sure what it was called. As soon as I got to the bar to order drinks a young lady dressed only in her underwear sidled up beside me, but I was immune to her fake attention. Her name was Ruby – although I’m more inclined to believe her name was not Ruby. She was very tall, almost as tall as me – at one point David and her had both taken their shoes off to see who was taller. One of the guys told me a very funny story in the Aqua Lounge, but sadly I can’t for the life of me remember the story, or even who it was who told me. All I remember was being in fits of laughter. That in itself was a cool story. David had a dance, Damian had a dance, I think Alex had a dance too. I asked Wayne if he wanted a drink in the Aqua Lounge, and he said he didn’t mind what it was as long as it was strong. So, I went to the bar and got a pint for myself and a pint for David and a double whiskey for him. I didn’t tell him what it was, and as soon as he took a sip he rushed to the bar and asked for some coke to be put in there.
After that it was off to our final destination, For Your Eyes Only. We eventually got there after much deliberation as to whether they’d let us in – it was about 12:30 at that time I think. It wasn’t how I imagined it – I thought there’d be topless girls writhing around all over the place, but there were only two boobs on show at any one time, and they belonged to whichever girl was up on the stage doing a pole dance. 90% of them simply walked around the pole, but one of the dancers was very good. At one point she was as high as the ceiling, hanging upside down, a real pro. I lost count of how many dances David had in there, as by the end of the night he and Damian were in the VIP section with about five girls, partying hard (that was Damian’s treat, he must’ve spent an absolute fortune). We went to grab some food, couldn’t find anywhere that had chips left, went back and got Dave, then got a taxi home. I sat on David’s arm getting into the taxi, we sat in Mum’s garden for a while, drinking tea and chatting to her neighbours, then I left David hugging the toilet and went to bed.
It was an awesome night, without a doubt. I don’t think the story does it justice though, but one of those things, you really have to be there to understand how great a great night out was. I think that’s roughly how it happened, more or less.
In other news, Jane and I went for a curry on Friday night with a load of her workmates. The curry was nice, but probably not “curry” enough. I went for spicy lamb which was tasty, but I should have gone for something a bit hotter. Also saw Jasmine Sunday afternoon – what an absolute sweety! Crawling around like there’s no tomorrow, fascinated by the flashing lights on the modem, and devouring massive stalks of broccoli – she’s great, I love her so much.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to watch Doctor Who.
