I feel like this is going to be a great week. I went out on Thursday, Friday and Saturday last week. This was wonderful for me. Even though I was exchausted for 3 days in a row I enjoyed it because it reminded me oflast year when I used to go out a lot and party and have the best time ever. The hangover I had on Friday was gone a few minutes after lunch time on the same day so I went out again that night with my best mate Dave.

I thought I would be too tired to go clubbing that night but I wasn’t in fact we went to Revenge and danced non-stop until 4 in the morning. 4 hours of dancing like I do is not an easy thing. Dave dances like mad as well but I overdo it. I dance like Richard Simmons on Prozac and (a lot of) caffeine… (at least that’s what I think - no one has ever actually compared me to him). I move like mad, and smile while I scream the words I know from the lyrics of the songs. This should leave me with no breath considering I am a smoker and sometimes I even smoke while dancing… but it doesn’t.

That night, while I was dancing, a young lad approached me and asked me my name and stuff. He asked me where I was from and I could tell he was a foreigner as he could hardly understand what I was saying. His name was José. He was fit and cute but not really my type. Apparently he was on holiday here in Brighton. Clearly not someone I would pursue and although I may not be looking for something right now I will not get into kissing someone just for the hell of it. I will not do that to myself unless I am really drunk (which I don’t get unless I drink more than my bodyweight in beer or wine). Dave was begging me to kiss the cute Spanish boy but I kept saying no. Dave was drunk, I was not. So after he danced with us for about an hour he wandered off and I spotted him later snogging some other random guy. I felt so special.
Saturday night I was invited to a colleague’s birthday party at his house and then we all ended up going out to the honey club. We danced there as well but I did not enjoy it as much as the night before. The music was not to my liking. I like the thumpa-thumpa but it has to at least remind me of a song, otherwise it is a plain base loop which is not exciting at all.

Anyways, on Sunday I woke up and thought of how much I had drunk over the last 3 nights out. I was amazed. 5 pints of lager, and 4 bottles of wine - not counting the WKD Blue’s that I had while I was dancing (you need to have something that will not spill as easily while dancing). I was only hangover on Friday morning (after the first drinks of the week) which I think means that I’m back to my old self where I drink and drink and drink but never get hangovers. It feels great to be back to my old self again!

I’m going out again today with my friend Monica straight after I finish work but I don’t expect to drink much or stay out late. Then again that’s what I was saying on Thursday as well…

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Written by Colin Brooks on 21.08.06 at 10:42 am.