Last night
Dec. 7th, 2003 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperWas started around 5pm, when Steph and Dom meandered into the shop (fucking packed, I had maybe two breathers during the day in which to do stockchecks for customer orders) and stood there marvelling at all these people on a mission to buy things.
Then went out at 5:30, nattered in The Slug and Lettuce, doing some catch up and being silly. Bro joined us around 6:30, then we pushed off to the tapas bar. Where Steph decided to be organised and filch my notepad to write down all the many, many dishes we were ordering - Matt wasn't eating besdes the bread and olives, so dear god did Dom, me and Steph eat a lot. Matt's comment went something along the lines of 'I see we're not adhering to the Atkins diet then...' To order, Steph just handed the notebook to the waiter. Which he found terribly amusing and copied down. Ate ourselves stupid, I *finally* discovered the joys of sangria. Moved on to O'Neill's which was rather boring, so it was one drink and then out of there, then the Walkabout. Where the bouncer told me to remove my hat on entrance. Strange man. Danced a lot, including with a rugby team that had a 'camp lads' theme going on in their dress (yes, on purpose). I have to say there is nothing stranger than being crushed into a threesome grind and then being lifted off the floor in it. Like, three feet off the floor. Later there was the bit where one decided to pick me up off the floor and then dip me, so I had to hang on around his neck and clamp my legs around his waist to make sure I didn't end up on the floor. And then the bastard stayed there, so I'm hanging upside down for a good two minutes. I'd already impressed them re: flexibility. I need to go dancing more. :sigh:
Cons have spoiled me. First, I forget that boys are not nearly as flexible as girls. Then I see that when non-fandom girls attempt to do the girly bump and grind they have no idea as they're too damn straight. (watched two attempt it and fail pathetically) Oh, and I completely forgot the meat market aspect. Cos cons it's dance dance revolution time and pulling is a nice side-effect, not something to be pursued and then kept going even when girl has clearly stated that 'you're okay to dance with but seriously not interested - and did I say you could put your hands there? Did I?'
Abandoned dancefloor, went back to Steph and Dom (Matt having left for the Fez club) and chatted and drank, occasionally eyeing up a rather nice lad. Who came over to ask me something just as we were leaving and I gave him my phone number. After several attempts of 'errr, Steph, what is my mobile number?'
Oh, and notes on one point of the conversation in Tapas bar - me and my family, when pronouncing spanish - even if it's just reading off a menu, automatically use a Valencian accent, due to all my au pairs being from the Valencian area. Dom giggled and related the fact that since he's half-spanish and spent a while out there, his mates doing spanish at uni decided he could be practiced on. Only he didn't understand them at all, as they were speaking terribly well-bred high Spanish, and he was speaking country yokel. I think the best translation would be a Geordie shepherd vs. someone from Henley...
All in all, a rather faboo night out.
Then went out at 5:30, nattered in The Slug and Lettuce, doing some catch up and being silly. Bro joined us around 6:30, then we pushed off to the tapas bar. Where Steph decided to be organised and filch my notepad to write down all the many, many dishes we were ordering - Matt wasn't eating besdes the bread and olives, so dear god did Dom, me and Steph eat a lot. Matt's comment went something along the lines of 'I see we're not adhering to the Atkins diet then...' To order, Steph just handed the notebook to the waiter. Which he found terribly amusing and copied down. Ate ourselves stupid, I *finally* discovered the joys of sangria. Moved on to O'Neill's which was rather boring, so it was one drink and then out of there, then the Walkabout. Where the bouncer told me to remove my hat on entrance. Strange man. Danced a lot, including with a rugby team that had a 'camp lads' theme going on in their dress (yes, on purpose). I have to say there is nothing stranger than being crushed into a threesome grind and then being lifted off the floor in it. Like, three feet off the floor. Later there was the bit where one decided to pick me up off the floor and then dip me, so I had to hang on around his neck and clamp my legs around his waist to make sure I didn't end up on the floor. And then the bastard stayed there, so I'm hanging upside down for a good two minutes. I'd already impressed them re: flexibility. I need to go dancing more. :sigh:
Cons have spoiled me. First, I forget that boys are not nearly as flexible as girls. Then I see that when non-fandom girls attempt to do the girly bump and grind they have no idea as they're too damn straight. (watched two attempt it and fail pathetically) Oh, and I completely forgot the meat market aspect. Cos cons it's dance dance revolution time and pulling is a nice side-effect, not something to be pursued and then kept going even when girl has clearly stated that 'you're okay to dance with but seriously not interested - and did I say you could put your hands there? Did I?'
Abandoned dancefloor, went back to Steph and Dom (Matt having left for the Fez club) and chatted and drank, occasionally eyeing up a rather nice lad. Who came over to ask me something just as we were leaving and I gave him my phone number. After several attempts of 'errr, Steph, what is my mobile number?'
Oh, and notes on one point of the conversation in Tapas bar - me and my family, when pronouncing spanish - even if it's just reading off a menu, automatically use a Valencian accent, due to all my au pairs being from the Valencian area. Dom giggled and related the fact that since he's half-spanish and spent a while out there, his mates doing spanish at uni decided he could be practiced on. Only he didn't understand them at all, as they were speaking terribly well-bred high Spanish, and he was speaking country yokel. I think the best translation would be a Geordie shepherd vs. someone from Henley...
All in all, a rather faboo night out.
