By name and nature · 31/08/2008 02:15 pm by Bron
The place is brilliant I have to say. Although, over the course of the night after a few deliciously expensive cocktails, and a few bottles of cheap champagne I steadily worked myself into the kind they don’t want in there. Apparently.
I hit the floor by myself before it got packed out. A little later on I managed to drag Beth on, but she had to stop because the pain of laughing as I twirled around the volcano was too much. Apparently.
“Hey that guy looks like Daniel Johns. I think it is.” Later I saw he was sitting in a booth with Katie Steele, and for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to go and say hi..
So there’s me marching over, starting up the stairs- I imagine you could almost see me push my invisible sleeves up. Of course there’s some guy there to make sure this kind of thing doesn’t happen, and tells me I can’t go up. Righto then, that’s it. What a perfect opportunity to make a complete tool of myself.
I shout “KAAATIE!! I—-KNOW—-YOU!!” BAAHA! oh my dear lord.
I see Dijon. Yay, someone else I can shout “I know you” to. He doesn’t recognise me at first. By this point there are loads of people on the floor, and the go-go girls are going. Perhaps my antics were lost in the crowd, or at least I hope. But someone noticed something, because I got kicked out. Apparently. By a one-armed bouncer. Ian was told “go and sort your friend out will ya”, but I still have no idea what I did to get the boot. Maybe I had another go at young Mr Johns.
Walked home. There was a wall, and the jumping off from the wall. Might explain the extreme bruising on my knees. But no, he said I landed on my arse.
“Was good to see you again.”
Well, I guess that was me. Being me. Being resiliently so.
