01.11.98 - My life as a party animal

Well where do I begin? This weekend was just SO "full on" that I am totally exhausted but happy at the same time. I feel like I need a day off to recover but I am in work tomorrow! I am forcing myself to write this journal entry because I want to just go and be zombified on the sofa or lay on my bed. I know that I will not do this entry justice if I leave it until I have fully recovered and I may even hold back on some information so here it comes... full and unabridged. Hehehe.

My friend and I met up at 7pm on Friday and went in to the supermarket to buy a bottle of vodka, some orange juice and a couple of cans of Red Bull™. We got on the train (which was thankfully deserted at that time) and thus began the weekend. I had eaten some bacon and eggs that my Mum had cooked a couple of hours previously so I don't think the alcohol hit me as hard as it did him because I had some food inside to absorb it a bit. Anyway we were already a bit 'squiffy' by the time we reached London and to my surprise we had finished off the bottle of vodka!!! We had said we would give it to some homeless person to save dragging it round the clubs but that didn't work out because we had drunk it already. Oh this story is going to take forever... to cut a long story short... we got drunk quickly and went on to some clubs.

The very first place we went to was ok but perhaps a bit sleazy. I didn't care though and in fact I was chatted up but didn't realise it at the time! It wasn't until we were on our own again that this happened.... "My friend thinks you're really cute and would love it if you'd join us at the place down the road when you're finished here". Hehe... I can't tell you what an ego boost that was (and still is!) for me. Needless to say we went to the place down the road pretty quickly and I got a snog out of the situation and ...err.. a phone number. I still don't know what to do about the phone number. I want to call it but... well... we'll see. I gave out my mobile number too but I can't remember whether I got one of the digits wrong so it would be silly to wait for the incoming call just in case (if there is the likelihood of an incoming call anyway!).

We went on to another club, queued in the freezing bloody cold for an hour to get in and then had several hours of humiliation and disappointment as every other person in the club was about a bajillion times more attractive than either of us and they knew it! I was snubbed so many times I gave up in the end and just as I was giving up on trying so hard I found that all the ugly people were coming on to me! Ugh... I don't think I'll be going back there in a hurry. I've had that experience once before at a club and it makes you feel like crap quite frankly. At least I got a phone number that night and a few snogs but my friend got nothing and was so depressed by the end of the evening that I actually felt quite bad. He did himself no favours though because he behaved like a spoiled child some of the time.

Well he went home on the first train of the following morning depressed, tired, drunk and overly philosophical about everything. I stayed in town and wandered around in the pouring rain for hours waiting for a shop or a restaurant or anything to open. I had breakfast at McDonalds because it was the only place open so early. I went window shopping, bought my Mum some of her favourite expensive chocolates from Selfridges and just waited around for 2pm to arrive.

I met Julian at 2pm and we went and had some lunch (which he paid for....thanks Julian!). We then went on to Hamley's toy store because we were looking for something to wear to the Halloween party. The store was jam packed full of people but the Halloween items were almost all gone! We gave up on that after messing around with some of the toys (gimme a break.. you'd love to wander round a toy store messing with all the stuff wouldn't you?) and then went on to Clintons card shop where we got some fake blood and several pairs of vampire teeth (mine glowed in the dark). We went back to his flat in the Docklands, rested, watched TV, had a shower and got ready to go out. His flatmate Matt arrived back at the flat and got ready and then we all trooped off to the train station. We made the mistake of having a beer on the platform which meant that our attention was not focused on the journey and subsequently we got on the wrong line! Sounds silly really but it's easy to do in London if you're not concentrating.

Well we made it to Belsize Park and stopped off at a pub for a couple of drinks and a laugh. We were substantially drunk by this time and for some reason I was determined to pair Matt off with the attractive barmaid. He agreed that she was attractive but completely missed his opportunity to talk to her and in the end didn't seem interested at all! And I thought I was no good at chatting to women! Well we eventually managed to get a taxi and got over to the house party. I swear the house was MASSIVE and apparently 11 people live there! The lounge was decorated with pumpkins, black drapes, glow in the dark thingies, ultraviolet lighting....oh it was so cool. I've never been to a party like that and I really enjoyed myself. It didn't even matter that I spent most of the evening chatting with complete strangers, which I usually don't like because I prefer to be around people I at least know some of the time. I did get a bit pissed off with Julian and Matt for leaving me and hiding in Judy's room chatting and drinking, knowing full well that I was stood in a doorway waiting for one of them to bring me a drink. I got an apology (which is almost as rare as ..err... something very rare!).

I got a stripe of glow in the dark cream smeared on my forehead and fake blood on my hands (which subsequently got on my trousers when I needed the toilet...dammit!). I danced until I could hardly stand but didn't really drink all that much. I needed sleep and however I denied it I just had to get some. In the end Julian made me go get some sleep which I refused to do but once I laid down my body decided for me and I grabbed an hour or two I think. Before that though people had been in the room chatting and snorting cocaine and drinking. I should have been shocked about the cocaine but I really wasn't. I guess with all those people there, there had to be a few who were into that shit. In a sober state I would have been more obvious about my disgust but instead I was just fascinated because I had never seen anyone in real life cut up a line of coke and snort it. The worrying thing is that for a moment there I wanted to try it. Even in my drunken state I didn't though... so I guess that says something about the fact that I am not so stupid. I have this urge to try "everything" at least once but things that are hazardous to life just flash a big red warning inside my brain and stop me from doing them... sometimes. I didn't get a big red warning sign with the cocaine though and I should have. I shouldn't really talk about this here either because I could be getting other people in trouble but I just wanted to share that experience and confirm the fact that I am almost 24 and have still never tried any sort of drug in a social setting. I guess I'm quite proud of that but how long it lasts I don't know.

Who am I? I've just re-read the above and it's not the Rich I have been all my life and not the Rich everyone else thinks I am. Maybe this is the real "Rich" just emerging but if that's true then my life is going to be one bumpy ride when I move out into my own place! Now where did I put that phone number? Hehehe.

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