Twas my birthday party last night and it went a bit like this...
went to a bar...drank lots of wine and cocktails....had a birthday cake...went across the bridge to a piano bar...drank some more until 2.30am...chatted to a homeless man and advised him against bringing drugs into Guernsey...(don't believe he ever suggested doing such a thing in the first place!)...wanted to go home...changed my mind...went to Heaven...lots of cute men...all gay...what a waste...escaped from the dancefloor and found a food outlet in the club...ordered potato wedges with sour cream and ketchup...sneaked back onto the dancefloor...get chatted up by 18 year old Australian...I swear I just saw him snogging a boy earlier...left the club and got into cab...6 of us I believe at this point...feel asleep in the taxi...got back to uni at 6am...fell out of the taxi...all my presents fall onto the floor...try holding a conversation in the kitchen...it's proving tough...contact lenses are sticking to my eyes...pass out in bed...wake up...feel like crap.
Embarrasing things I did...
Fell up the stairs on westminster bridge
walked into a sign
danced on stage in Heaven
mouthed the words to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams" in Heaven
requested "Purple Rain" in a piano bar...and they played it
All in all it was a very funny night... A few people didn't show which I was dissapointed about.
Some people I didn't expect to show up did and they had a wicked time. I have now been to the three main gay clubs in London...GAY...Guetto and Heaven.... How am I meant to meet a boyfriend this way?! On the plus side my gaydar has been enhanced...reckon I can spot 'em a mile off now!
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