Day One Evening
We were drinking and moving between various kitchen's and generally having fun. I realised that my tolerance of alcohol, normally pretty low, was for some reson lowered even further that night, possibly putting it into the negative. On the other hand, one I realise the alcohol is getting to me I dont normally drink a whole lot more.
At some point in the evening we were told that we needed our boarding passes to get reduced entry to Oceania, so several people needed to print thiers off. Whislt we were doing that we became aware that another girl on our floor had let in some drunks. They had lived here before, apperntly, and were reliving thier glory days. They were about 30. I had left my biscuits on the table in the kitchen they went into, later found the biscuits on the stairwell.
After that lovely experiance, we decided to head out early to Oceania. Whilst en route I realised that I was in a city I didnt know, after 10pm, with a bunch of people I could barely remeber the names of, heading to a club I didn't know, to go clubbing (which I've never done before). I would never do that normally. One of our flatmates (the girl who had come into my room earlier) had worn some rather nice heels, but unfortuatly she couldnt walk very fast in them. I wouldnt be able to stand up in them personally. Suddenly we noticed she had fallen quite a way behind. When she caught up we all swapped numbers.
[hint; probably should do that before someone falls behind because we didnt know where she was and we couldnt contact her]
We got to the club, queued. The queue was very long because swapping numbers had taken a while so everyone else from the uni had got there first. The queue actually moved quite quickly though. I thought the bouncer wouldnt let me in! He looked at my driving license and then he just stared at me for ages before saying ok. It really is me on there! Anyway, we went in, they searched us and our bags. What for, I dont know. Are nightclubs terrroist targets?
We went in, we clubbed. Whilst it was fun, it was also mildly dissapointing on my part. I think I mentoined I hadn't been clubbing before? It was very similar to some birthday parties I'd been too, except you had to pay to get in (a reduced student rate of £3). People danced, people drank. The difference was at the party the music wasnt so loud you couldnt talk whilst you sat down and got your breath.
I wasnt drinking much any more except for these tube shot things called Quiver, which were 14% alcohol, but it wasnt getting me drunk for some reason. I was probably putting them too far apart, I only drank two in 3 hours. I also realised that if you wear jeans to a nightclub, make them nice jeans, and get a nice bag to carry your stuff in because the queue for the cloakroom (which costs) was ages long.
We went home earlier than I expected, but I think the people who had been clubbing before were even more dissapointed than I was. I would have happily have stayed for an hour or two more (though not three hours) but i was also quite happy to go home then. When we got back we found that the drunk people had left some of our food from the fridge (which isnt lockable, although the cupboards are) in the lift and left the kitchen in a state. When we put it back, I realised my frozen mixed veg was missing. Checked the lift, checked the stairwell, gone. In the end I went to bed because it could be anywhere. Of course, being frozen, by morning it's no good anymore. I know it only cost 70p but its the principle of the thing. I locked my door that night.