Yesterday was the second Sunday I spent unpacking Valentines Day cards. I was actually secretly excited about it at first, but I'm tired of it already now. Some guy bought a massive 'I love you' balloon for his 5 year old daughter (this mofo costs 9) and got his two younger sons 2.99 balloons. Then returned the big one. We're not meant to do that, but Jay was so angry he just refunded them anyway. He's like my lecturer, in the sense that he gets pissed off, keeps it hidden, then it suddenly bursts over something small. Like another customer left their receipt on a pile of carrier bags and he was all "Does this look like a bin? If people start sitting on it does it make it a chair?!" Classic Jay. It was well fun.
Saturday was good and bad. We went to Spoons for one of my friend's birthdays, and this old geezer started talking to us about Vancouver and how it's 110 degrees. Yeah, totally... Apparently Sauchiehall Street used to be full of bushes and trees as well. Clearly not in his lifetime, and blatantly not in mine.
We ended up in the Garage after that. I'd only ever been there for gigs, and I'm now only going back there for gigs. Music isn't my thing and I'm not into being smushed against hundreds of drunks whilst being blasted by a smoke machine. Cheers, but not again.
It was a good night overall though.
Saturday was good and bad. We went to Spoons for one of my friend's birthdays, and this old geezer started talking to us about Vancouver and how it's 110 degrees. Yeah, totally... Apparently Sauchiehall Street used to be full of bushes and trees as well. Clearly not in his lifetime, and blatantly not in mine.
We ended up in the Garage after that. I'd only ever been there for gigs, and I'm now only going back there for gigs. Music isn't my thing and I'm not into being smushed against hundreds of drunks whilst being blasted by a smoke machine. Cheers, but not again.
It was a good night overall though.
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I used to spend every friday night in out local Spoons, it got to the point that they knew what we all drank, it would be really scary, but I don't drink so I didn't really care, it just made me laugh when they mocked my friend for his choice of cocktail.
[Spookily enough, my stag night was held in/on The Garage's Opening Night - Saturday 12th February, 1994. Man, I feel old.]
As for Sauchiehall Street, there did indeed used to be more trees and such, and in my lifetime, which isn't really that long. I'll never forgive Glasgow CC for what it did to George Square.
Good luck in your SGS vouch vote !!