Sunday, January 23, 2005

Alcohol Vs My Liver... An Ongoing Conflict
Ok, so it was my friend Tom's 18th this week. 18 years old = legally allowed to consume alcyhol. Hopefully you now have some idea where this is going.

Lets start at the beginning; probably the most sensible place to start a story. We called off out rugby match this weekend because the 1st team (19 year olds and over) were playing Bridgend in some Cup... I forget which one. Bridgend are one of the top teams in Wales excluding the regional teams (clubs feed their best talent in to the regions based on their location; much like the Minor League teams feed the Major League teams in Baseball). Anyway, five coaches of our fans went along, and the whole Youth team were on the same coach, drinking and the like. When we got to Bridgend's ground, we went in the bar until kickoff... watched the game, then went back in the bar until the coach showed up to collect us again. By this point I am already fairly drunk.

Now, in the night we are going to town for Tom's 18th. I get home and get changed and then go out to meet the boys in the local pub. We get up to town in a minibus... your guess is as good as mine who booked that. It was full anyway with people I know from school, they were out for someone elses birthday I think... didn't bother to check.

So we get to town and end up as always in Judges, the big nightclub around. I think because they charge at the door it must make it more appealing to try and find out what's inside... in any case it works. Ssoooooo, by now I am nice and drunk, but not so much that it hinders me. There I am drinking and dancing about just like everyone else, and all of a sudden this girl makes her way over and starts dancing with me. Please excuse any loss of detail, I can only remember patches ala the alcyhol. So anyway, I'm dancing with the girl and things start getting a bit... heated, and then all of a sudden she whispers in my ear that she will come and find me later o_o... and then she disappears. Now, normally this would give me the sense that she didn't like me and was trying to get away from me lol, but for four things:

1. She came over and started dancing with me. I didn't make an advance at her.

2. I was drunk and at the time just thought "meh..."

3. This actually happened to me once before. On that occasion the girl did actually come back, and I got her phone number for my troubles.

4. I'm pretty. ;)

So anyway, I carried on in what now is just a blue to me... but once again she did show up towards the end of the night. She tapped me on the arm, then gave me a wink and a wave... and then she left again. That left me feeling a bit gutted, 'cause she was hot, plus I didn't see the point in her coming back and finding me just to say "bye". Maybe she's just gracious like that...

Today, now that I've sobered up and my brain can resume functioning properly, it occures to me that I have seen her up town several times before, so who knows what will happen in the future. Maybe someone can, in the mean time, explain to me why girls insist on leaving and then finding me later on...

To be continued...


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