Stag OMG

David and I went out for my tiny Stag-Do last night – I can still feel the effects of all that alcohol. It was just David and I for the most part, but Lisa and Stuart did turn up at one point for a drink. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but we drank some bottles of Corona, some bottles of Desperados, a few pints of lager and I distinctly remember drinking a pint of cider at one point – I must’ve been utterly hammered as I hate cider. We went to a Justin Bieber concert, the Giddy Bridge, the Aqua Lounge (the tall girl called Ruby wasn’t there (see this post for more details)), and on the advice of some nappy-wearing female football players, a rubbish club called Revival (which I kept calling Resistance, Revolution, Retribution, Renaissance or Resurrection). I did have a private dance in the Aqua Lounge, but other than the lovely young lady keeping my legs forced wide apart with her legs, I don’t remember much about it, I’m not even sure if she took her top off. I think it must’ve seemed to her as I was dozing off at one point, as she slapped her arse so hard… I would’ve cried if I slapped my own arse that hard, the noise it made!