Monday night. Picture the scene. Two college girlies walking around trying with all their might to actually find a club that hadn’t reached maximum capacity and no longer letting anyone else in. Eventually find themselves in some smokey, surreal, place that kinda seemed like the lovechild of Trance music and Drum and Bass had decided to open a club. Where all the patrons were either high or involved in some sort of crazy grasshopper style ritual that involved jerking ridiculously out of time, or hopping up and down for god knows how long. Blimey it was surreal. The laser lights only helped this. And yet it was an awesome night. Purely for sheer comedy value we just went with it, the extreme lack of alcohol in our blood made it all the funnier.
Ahh I’ve missed Brighton.
It feels like I never left. Strange. I mean a couple of days ago I was at home, had been for a month, and now I’m back. Weird how that happens. And yet, it just seems so normal. Was discussing with lovely house mate earlier, how it’s odd that we’ve just slid straight back into relaxed-ness.. Cause there isn’t the awkward ‘I-have-no-friends-stop-me-and-ask-me-how’ issue that there was at the beginning of last term. For obvious reasons. We have friends now.
Well, we like to think we do.
Plus some things just don’t change. My main light still doesn’t work for starters. And I have a shitty timetable on a Tuesday. Seriously Tuesday, we need to have words. Else we’re gonna fall out big time.