Had two options: Stay home and watch Sideways, a great movie filmed in Napa about wine lovers, or go out to KTown and get drunk on wine with Jez and his colleague..and of course I chose the latter. And after not touching a drop of alcohol for two months, like an amateur, I downed 3 Jack and coke without hesitation. Maybe it was due to the fight I had with my mother the day before regarding the race of my boyfriend, or to the sheer bordom I face the entire day since I am now officialy umemployeed. Eitherway, I drank and drank and didn't give a damn!
Went to Camden to the famous bar, Barfly and it was not up to its reputation. The decor was grungy and rundown, filled with kids that are clearly too young to be there but pretending to be older so they'd seem cool. No card allowed, only cash, crappy drinks, unless you're drinking beer, cost 7 quid to get in and the place reeked of urine. So that was shaping to be a promising evening...
Upstairs there was band playing. To be honest the music wasn't half bad, It was catchy, good to dance, too, the singer was a pretty girl hidden behind big fringes and grey oversized smock. All I wanted to do was to take a hair brush and brush her fringes away, maybe take off her top and have her jump around in a nice bra a la Gwen Stephani style, probably would've caught more attention than her head bobbing, staring at the ground, doing the "i don't give a fuck if no one's here to listen to me, i'm just humming into the microphone anyway.." thing..
But nevertheless it was enjoyable. Then the second band came on, I guess they were the actual show. After taking the longest time in the history of setting up a band, they finally come on and it wasn't music! It was a continous screech of nails scratching down a chalkboard and scratching up again..oh god just writing about me reminds of me and makes me cringe.
Suffice to say..we left, so did a lot of people. But went downstairs and danced a bit. By then I was so drunk, I was starting to have a little fun...till I got hit by a glass of beer on my lower back. It was actually quite painful and when I looked around, I couldn't figure out who did that but I have a feeling..but I had no proof. I turned around, saw a table of overzealous cocky young 20 year olds and a child with his shirt unbuttoned thinking he's the hottest thing since sliced bread..I had a feeling it was him but I couldn't be sure so i gave him a dirty look and he looked back with a "what the fuck"...it's got to be him..so that ruined my night. I guess I told Jez and that ruined his night...so my first night out in months and this shit happens...figures..
story of my life...right?
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