fallen_seraph

Jesus H. Christ, I ache all over. I even managed to pull a muscle in my ass (don't know how). Unfortunately, I didn't notice until the next day when I woke up in pain, screaming. Oops.

Well, five nights out in a row is hard on the legs. And arms. And most other things too... Works do on thursday was fun. Got a bit wasted and ended up wandering around manchester with a few workmates, trying to find somewhere that would let us in at 1.30am, to which the answer was- nowhere. So, 'bout 2am I decided to call it a night and bid everyone goodbye, which let to an awkward moment when I hugged a girl from work and we ended up snogging. I'm sure her boyfriend won't be too happy, should he find out.

*thinks for a moment*

Though, he's a wanker, so fuck him. Put the young lady into a taxi and bid her farewell. Then the weird bit- not twenty yards from my hotel, while walking back, a car pulls up aside me with 3 young ladies in it, asking for directions to Deansgate Locks. So I provide them and turn to leave. At that point, the driver (whom I later discovered to be called Amber) jumps out and asks where I'm off to. I explain that my hotel is right over there and I'm off to bed. Some discussion ensues and next thing I know, I'm in the car with them, trying to find somewhere still open. Please bear in mind I was rather trashed at this point. Another hour later, we'd still failed to find anywhere to go. The 3 girls (Amber, Louise and Sophie) were down from leeds for the evening (amusingly, Louise asked me if I was gay, which happens so often even _I'm_ starting to wonder) and had nowhere to crash. Not thinking they'd take me up on the offer, I offered my hotel room. To my shock and amazement, they enthusiastically agreed. Amber was practically dragging me by the arm, when we got out of the car by the hotel. Unfortunately, the price of staying in a posh hotel is that they have door staff at 4am. The guard politely but firmly informed me that there was no way in fucking hell I was going back to my room (built for 2) with three girls in tow, he'd only let one in. Amber was apparently tempted to just leave her friends in the car and come in with me, but as she was the driver, it would've been a little unfair. So bid my second set of goodbyes for the night which led yet again to me snogging someone with a boyfriend. Went back to my hotel room and crashed out (alone, more's the pity) musing on how goddamn surreal the evening was...

Friday, was in work (awkward moment happened when I ran into the girl I'd snogged the night before but it's all good now) and ended up in Jilly's _again_, after foreswearing it off for being a big pile of arse. Music was so-so. Started well, ended pooey. Tho', with my patented crap timing, end up meeting a rather nice young lady by the name of Heidi, ten minutes before I have to leave to get my train home. Arse. Got her number tho' and this girl's actually replying to the texts, so that's a bonus. *wink*

Saturday- Porl came up from london again and we pootled up to Essential for some bouncy-housey type music. Lots of fun (and drugs) were had by all. Following in the trend of surreality for the weekend, I remember being completely spannered, collapsed on a couch in the pop lounge. It came to my attention, after what must have been five minutes, that someone was tapping me on the shoulder. Turned around to see some blonde kid/guy (looked about 12) pointing at two cards he was holding. On closer inspection, they were two from the old 'Guess Who?' game (the one where you flick the faces down after asking questions). He pointed at them, then at him. This confused me as he looked _FUCK ALL_ like either of the pictures. But, adamantly he continued to grin, whilst pointing at himself and then back to the cards, repeating 'Yeah? Yeah!'. I could only guess that this was some kind of Alien Mating Ritual, from the planet 'Fuckingo-Weirdo'. With all the chemicals floating around in my bloodstream, this made me concerned, worried, paranoid and then terrified in that order. So, acting as the mature and responsible adult I am, I pointed behind him, then fucked off sharpish whilst his attention was diverted, disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor. At first, I thought I'd imagined it, but it was confirmed by Porl, who saw the whole thing from nearby, whilst laughing his nuts off at me. Fucker.

Then sunday- Federation in Manchester. Awesome. Fucking Rocked. The atmosphere, music, lighting, company, everything was just bloody brilliant. Was a bit knackered by this point in the weekend though, so next time will get a bit more rest before heading out.

Yesterday, went to work then out _again_ merely for the sake of making it five nights out in a row, instead of four. Got awarded a 'Super-Hardcore' title by my housemate, which was nice. *grin*

Given how I feel now, I think I'll take next weekend a _wee bit_ gentler on myself... Though I say that now, I'm sure I won't stick to it.

Edit- The above entry may sound like I have (as pointed out by matt_organic) become a 'babe-magnet'. This is a _most definite_ fallacy and I apologise for the misrepresentation and / or any confusion this may have caused. Or in plain English- I _still_ have no fuckin' luck wiv da girlies... *wry smile*