Whoah. _That_ was the way to spend a weekend... Late nights, parties, glwosticks, champagne, a whole _alphabet_ of entertainment and the sex lives of drag queens (don't ask)...

To recap- actually stayed in on friday night, which was rather unusual but did make up for it saturday. Having had most of the week off work (due to fires 'n' suchlike) I was feeling eminently rested and ready for a good night out. An old friend of mine (Porl) came to visit us and paint the town every colour imaginable. We started off in Spirit on Canal St. Was _rammed_ in there. Could barely move, which was a bit weird. Porl and Chris (housemate) went into a sulk as I was (apparently) the first of the three of us to get 'cruised'. Only ever happens in gay bars by men though, just my luck.

After that, pootled over to Queer for some more up-tempo music and the weird-but-decidedly-tasty red bull ripoff called 'Rush'. Just as much of a boost but without the drain cleaner-esque afterburn. Nearly sprayed my drink all over Chris though upon noticing that, on the _huge_ video screen behind the bar, was a looping compilation tape of footage featuring an assortment of completely wankered clubbers dancing along with a rather familiar ginger, completely wankered clubber dancing like a pissed gibbon. Hiding my face in shame and scurrying out of said bar was soon to follow...

Once again my evening culminated in a visit to my favourite House o' Dance- Essential. 'Annihilated' would not even begin to describe my state of being by this point. Danced my nuts off, watched Porl and Chris play tongue hockey for a while (the dirty slags), stumbled around a lot and spent a memorable few minutes completely enthralled by the fact that my pee was glowing bright orange under the UV lights in the loo. The only downside was having to continually fend off the advances of one twat who was not taking the hint of 'I'm straight' as a good enough reason to bugger off and leave me alone. Maybe he thought I was kidding. *shrugs* Though, on that note I nearly fainted when approached by one rather cute girl I was dancing with, only to discover that it was someone I vaguely know from work called Anthony. I nearly wet myself laughing. It was _so_ convincing it was scary. To be fair, I probably would have shagged him anyway tho'..

Then, home to collapse in the living room and talk complete, unadulterated bollox until 2pm the next day, interspersed with bits of watching the wallpaper move. drinking champagne and throwing cushions at the other people in the room amidst fits of giggles.

Crashing into bed later on, for a couple of hours, then up again to see Porl off on his way back to london (come back soon!) and bath, change, drink energy drinks then off to Essential again for the sunday night (which is always good). Far less eventful but still oodles of fun, was dampened by being stopped by the police at 4am on the way home. We were absolutely _shitting_ ourselves. If we'd have been searched, suffice to say we would have been in a wee bit o' poo-poo. Some moments later, we were on our way, unscathed, not incarcerated and in dire need of a change of pants...

All's well that ends well however and here I am, looking down the barrel of a gun that is another week at work before the relief that will be my mate Jayne's birthday celebration at Jilly's on friday. As I understand it, some of you people reading this may also be present so with luck, will see you there...