anniesavage

Messy messy night.

I now remember why i've been M.I.A at the Carlton (bingo hall by day; local student shithole club by night) for over two terms. The night started well enough; the entire rugby team out getting well and truly blitzed to celebrate the end of the living hell that is the summer exam period, dressed as french prostitutes (Moulin Rouge theme for fancy dress, as if half of us needed excuses), and then descended into madness, crazy drunken screaming, and ,inevitably, tears.
I tried to break up a massive row between two close friends and got a gobfull for my troubles. Serves me right really, i should know better than to try and break up arguments between people who revel in the drama and pepole too drunk to remember what they did. I must have sucker written across my forehead. Ended with me taking one of them home after a short (one and a half hour ) circuit of the dance floor because she insisted she wasn't leaving without the top hat and cane she'd lost at the start of the night, and being yelled at and given evils all night by the other one. Happy Days.

Lesson for the day: Diplomacy just leaves both parties in an argument hating you for not joining their 'side'.