23.01.99 - Snog and run at 'The Complex'

I am tired which isn't surprising as I didn't get home until 8:45am this morning and then went to bed at 9am. I had a fantastic night though and even though my limbs ache from some vigorous dancing and my lips feel dry and chapped from too much kissing and the cold early morning wind I would repeat the experience in a flash! I seem to have spent rather a lot of money too and I am not sure where it all went but then that's what always happens on a night out in London. At one point in a club I remember buying two vodka and Red Bull's and being asked to hand over £9!!!!!! I was too stunned to argue and even though it was a club and it was past midnight I still can't justify the cost of those two drinks.

My friend Sri and I went up on the train and stopped for a drink at a place just off Oxford Street. We met up with my latest love interest and luckily Sri found someone to talk to so we could spend some time together on our own. We stayed until about midnight and then caught a night bus up to Islington. We were going to meet another friend of mine, Kevin at a club called "The Complex". It was a gay night called "Popstarz" and I had never been to that venue before but it was not too hard to find after asking some people directions. When we got there we found that it had four floors all with different types of music and despite searching all floors I could not find Kevin! I was angry by that time and I just thought "Oh to hell with it" and we got some drinks and booked our coats into the cloakroom. The music was pretty good there and the dancefloors were quite busy all the time which meant I got some good dancing in (helps keep my body in shape you know. Hehe). I had some disgusting creeps try to dance with me so I spent most of the time working my way across the dancefloor to get away from them.

We kept moving to different floors but decided that the top floor had nice cosey lounge seats and some decent music so we went there mostly. When we went up there for the last time I suddenly saw Kevin through the crowd! I went up to him and said "Hi there, you old tart" to which he drunkenly responded by throwing his arm around me to say hi and saying "I'm so fuckin' pissed" in his inimitable Scottish accent. Not exactly surprising as he gets pissed every time he goes out but anyway I was glad I finally found him and I managed to introduce him to Sri. After the introductions we went up to the dancefloor again. I was not up there long before I turned around and this young blond haired girl was grinning and starting to dance with me. She was really attractive and a really good dancer and before long we were doing the wildest dancing together... you know the sort I mean. It was all that dirty dancing, hip gyrations and associated sexual insinuations. I danced until I sweat a few pounds off and asked if she wanted to go sit down for a bit but then a song came on and she said "Ohhhh this is my absolute favourite song. You HAVE to dance with me to this one". I reluctantly agreed and she shouted at me to "really go for it". Hahaha... my knees were about to give way and goodness knows how I managed but I did the wildest, most energetic (and most sensual!) dancing I have ever done. We eventually went and sat down where we talked for a bit and had a snog. She thought I was from Australia or New Zealand for some reason (I wasn't aware I had a strange accent?!!) and proceeded to tell me about how she had just broken up with her boyfriend and didn't want anything other than just a snog. I made some joke about it being a "snog and run" but really that was fine. A snog can't be counted as cheating can it? Not if we didn't exchange details or do anything else... and we didn't. Well it was all a little weird really. I hadn't expected to meet someone like that at a gay club! For all I know she could have been a lesbian just messing with my mind. Hahaha. Kevin walked off the dancefloor in disgust I think at me dancing like that with a woman in a gay club. Well... I like to be different.

Following the club Sri and I wandered around a 24 hour open Sainsbury's store to kill some time and then walked to Holborn in the freezing cold (it's quite a long way!). We got tired of the cold and eventually got a tube train from Holborn to Piccadilly Circus where we attempted to buy breakfast from McDonalds. The stupid dumbass branch of McDonalds was open but wouldn't let you sit down in there until 7am and it was 6:45am. After having ordered breakfast but not paying yet we walked out in disgust at this policy. If they are open why won't they let people sit down until 7am?? Sheesh. Instead we had two pain au chocolat and a Danish pastry from Cafe Fred in Argyll street and made our way back to the station to come home. I bought an outrageously expensive hot chocolate from the stand in Marylebone station and then having eaten and drunk I fell asleep on the train coming home. At one point I realised I was lolling my head and dribbling. What a state to get in! I quickly wiped the corner of my mouth and was thankful there was no-one around to see it happen. I got in at around 8:45am and went to bed at 9am. I slept until 2pm but I still feel a bit tired now and my eyes are a bit bloodshot.

I've been into the local town centre today and frightened myself by getting a bank statement. It's a wonder the bank hasn't written to me yet to remind me that I am actually banking with them and not the other way around. I was going to get my hair cut and look into getting a new mobile phone but I really couldn't be bothered. It was cold and wet and I had just about had enough to wear me out and all I wanted to do was come home, snuggle up beside my heater and listen to my new CD at top volume. I am doing that right now in fact and I'm sure the neighbours are sick of hearing "My Favourite Game" from The Cardigans now. I just had to call London to cancel my plans to come down this evening. I know it won't go down well and I'll be in the dog house for a while but I am going down on Thursday anyway. Long distance relationships are a bitch. Even 45 miles is enough to kill a person through trying to make it work. It's not the first time mind you but I'm beginning to wonder if it will be the last. I'm cringing at the thought of having to explain my decision in conversation later on rather than just leaving it at the message I left on the mobile phone answering service.

Ok I'm going to listen to "My Favourite Game" one more time and then I'll change the track or the CD. They played it as we walked into the club last night which won the club points straight off. They also played a Björk song which is amazing as they hardly ever do in the clubs I have been to. Gay clubs obviously seem to have a wider taste in music.

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