I noticed that my journal were becoming a bit of an angst and anger fest, so I just wanted to share a little story with you that makes me laugh each time I think back to it.
It’s saturday night, south London [Clapham High Street, to be exact], in a nightclub called the Inferno, a shite 70’s revival club. We were one of the first people in the club as it was still rather early, and we managed to get a booth at the side of the dance area.
These booths were a nice setup. Semi-circular, with high, padded-leather backrests that went up to the ceiling. It had those buttons on them making the padding all bumpy, it was nice and comfy. There was a round table in the middle which had a loose table-top. We had all agreed not to lean on the table’s edge so that the table wouldn’t shift or fall over.
One of the girls that was going with us was Esther, a girlfriend/roommate of Moulsari. She’s a 2 feet high, Korean girl that could hardly do anything wrong in my eyes since was just the prettiest thing. She arrived a little later, and I had [out of boredom] ordered some cocktails and shots at the cocktail bar.
The cocktail bartender was a guy called David that was very happy to see me since I didn’t order one drink but ordered them fuckloads at a time, also I paid with creditcard. This was my initial order;
3 Harvey Wallbangers
4 Long Island Iced Teas
7 Brain Haemorrhages [shots]
This totalled 50 pounds or so, and the guy sent me off hoping I’d come back for more. When Esther had arrived I asked her if she’d want a drink. She told me that she was very asian about her alcohol consumption [i.e. she doesn’t handle her alcohol well *wink*at*Wai*] and I shrugged and put a Long Island Iced Tea in front of her. She didn’t seem to mind and drank it.
When she stood up to walk over to the bathroom, she put her hands on the table and literally launched a Wallbanger, 2 LIITs and 3 or 4 Haemorrhages across the table and into the padded leather backrest behind her. Surprisingly, she was spotless.
A goddess.
So… …you had a good time in London last weekend :) . Was that the same club we went tot the last time we went to London??
Giles? No, it wasn’t. We wanted to go to a good club this time, instead of some shite club. We’d given Giles another chance to prove himself, and he fucked it up again. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I had a lot of fun, but the club was horrible. :)
Says who? I’d like to clarify exactly where the alcohol all ended up. It was not on the seat, it was all on the table and the floor, and Dennis should know this, because he spent the next 15 minutes getting towels from the bar to wipe the table and the floor, whereas the seat, where all of our coats (and Esther) were, did not need any cleaning up. Sam will attest to this, because she and I were trying to dance at the same time as detaching our shoes from the sticky floor for the rest of the evening :o)
Dennis has selective memory. ;o)
Says me! …!
D.I.S.C.O Oi! Inferno’s rocked! Disco music – limited slapper count [granted no beautys inthere but hell it was Clapham] – and a bar devoted to cocktails including a man devoted to serving them..to us..a lot. Good times.