Fortunately the friends whose baby shower it was has the good grace to be cool and it was a resounding success. A couple of glasses of bubbly later and I was almost ready to think about my night out. I picked up my little friend, we'll call her Bessie, and went back to mine for a few more pre-dancing drinks.
So off we go to Bungalow 8 to meet up with our other girlfriend. Upon arrival we were practically accosted by the doorman who was puffing himself up for some form of chat with us. Not so, Bessie leaps right into 'is there a problem? Let us in!'. Good on yer Bess, I didn't want to get into a fight with him but I did feel it coming on and so soon!
The original plan here was to meet our other girlfriends friends at some birthday party but somehow she couldn't find them in the bar. Had we been had??? Turns out they were late anyway so they arrived not long after us. We didn't even really meet them, Bessie was up for a dance and so Hugo's wasn't far away.
A friend of Bessie's had tagged along by this point. Her jamming partner it would seem. Strange bloke, didn't drink (always suspicious) and also read palms. He read our other friends palm first and seems he was spot on with the details. Quite enticing! I asked him to do mine. Well....this was not a good idea it turns out. He tells me I have a broken heart that I carry around with me and that he can't say anymore in front of my friends. I tell him he can but he refuses. He makes it sound so bad I start to get a little freaked.
By the time we get to Hugo's I am proper freaked out by this bloke. What does he need to tell me? What? What? What??!!??!
We get free cocktails thanks to a contact of Bessie's at the bar. And whilst the girls are faffing with toilet trips and drinks the palm pilot tells me that if I don't get over my broken heart I will never move on from anything and the universe will keep me trapped where I am. I will never be happy and I will have children with someone in two years time but this person will leave me because of this issue of my broken heart that I am not letting go of.
Hmm food for thought. In fact it kind of ruined my night as I continued to think about it. Things got stranger from there as Bessie and the palm pilot fell out in a massive argument. Our other friend was hilariously pissed and ran off with some bloke or disappeared not sure. Bessie drank one too many cocktails and after dancing with a few randoms had a slump and I had to put her in a cab home (via a trip to the toilets for a big vom vom) nice!
I decided I had to have some sort of fun as things had just gone scrambled eggs right before my eyes.
So, just before I put my little Bess Bess into a cab I saw this reasonably good looking guy with a bit of a questionable hair cut. I called him over and said to him "you know, you are a really good looking bloke but what the hell is going on with your hair???!' I have the martini's to thank for that little outburst! Anyway turns out it was a bit of an ice breaker. Ended up talking to him all night and was actually relieved that he wasn't like the rest of the hornbags in there who were quite frankly rubbing their penises up against me at every opportunity. Just when I was about to leave in disgust I find a gentleman. He even held my hand as we walked through the club to make sure he didn't lose me! What a sweetie. He's an ex professional soccer player apparently. Just like me to revert to type. Close friends will now by sighing and shaking their heads at this piece of information. I did say EX and he is now in construction. Although at one point I did consider this was a cover for being a drug dealer as there were some odd people hanging around him asking questions.
He was staying at friends place in the next street to mine and so we got a cab home. However, by this time it was almost 4am and I was turning into a pumpkin fast.
I did a runner and told him to stay and hang with his mates and I'd talk to him soon.
I had his number as he was calling me when I was getting my friend a cab earlier in the night and I also did have a bit of a party pash with him, which for me is a huge development since I have almost turned celebate of late and not through lack of trying! The most disturbing thing about him though was that he shares a birthday with my ex boyfriend and the ex was a twat. Maybe this is the universe giving me the chance to place a new meaning to that particular date! Let's hope so...
Mind you....he hasn't called as yet...perhaps my leaving gave the wrong impression. Oh well, I want to maintain some dignity despite slating this guys hair style!
Little Lushie...you are making me laugh out loud...With love from Essex
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