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Firework Night
Although last Friday was Firework Night, Saturday night was Blackheath Fireworks display or ‘South-East London’s social highlight of the winter calendar’ as I tried, unsuccessfully, to convince people.
It would seem that the novelty of standing in a freezing field, drinking cold beers and watching fireworks had worn off on my friends after the first 22 years, so they decided not to come. Undeterred, I grabbed a couple of willing participants, ie. Emma – being new to South-East London she had not yet had the honour of experiencing ‘South-East London’s social highlight of the winter calendar’ (is it convincing anyone?).
When I got up there, I soon realised I was standing in a freezing field, holding a cold beer and watching fireworks, but I wasn’t gonna let frostbite get in the way of having a good time. I spent half the display enjoying the fireworks and the other half laughing at the child-like wonder stretched across Emma’s face.The second part of the Blackheath Fireworks tradition is a lot more fun – walking down into Greenwich and getting crunk!
Get crunk!
As soon as we hit the pub, the Jagerbombs had already been ordered. My friend came back from the toilet and told me that some guys in there had realised that punching the condom machine resulted in money coming out. When they came out, with big smiles on their faces, they said they’d got £19 out of it, so I went and came out with no money and a sore hand – obviously they had taken all the money.
After (about) the eleventh Jagerbomb, Emma had to go home, so I ordered her a cab and she told me that all the Jagerbombs had made her start hallucinating – top bombing!
Lesson: Looking at fireworks and then drinking Red Bull and Jagermeister may result in hallucinations, try it at home!
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Another night with The Meehan
Weekends are when I undergo the massive transformation from a binge drinking student, to a binge drinking ‘man about town’. And last weekend being no different, I headed out with ‘the lads’ on Saturday night to drink alcohol and chat to girls.
Congratulations, you've just met The Lads
In the pub, before I had the chance to take off my jacket; a round of Jagerbombs appeared. Shortly after, another round appeared. This was a drinking pace that I hoped wouldn’t continue throughout the evening. Fortunately it didn’t, so I got the chance to talk about manly things and look at the girls (but not do anything about it, at least not until I had a couple more Jagerbombs inside me).
My friend Rich who was outside smoking came back in with two girls, which was nice of him. All the boys were crowding around trying to work their magic so I decided to play it cool and stand back. More Jagerbombs and then another trip to the bar revealed we had drunk the establishment out of Jagermeister, undeterred, and inexplicably, the switch to champagne was made. I can’t even remember what I got when it came to my round, but I used my card so finding out should be a pleasant surprise come statement time.
It rolled around to closing time, so we went on the hunt for somewhere else to get more drinks. Noticing one of the girls was walking alone, I went up to her and told her that my friend has just bought two puppies and wasn’t sure what to name them. She seemed interested and thought up a couple of bad suggestions, but I quickly became a victim of my own success when everybody wanted to throw their two pence in and all the boys got involved, ruining all the groundwork I had just laid down.
Nameless
The next bar was closed and when the suggestion involved getting a cab, I cut my losses and located the nearest bus stop.
Lesson: Only go drinking with women, gay guys or people who are in a relationship, because then you’ll have no competition.
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Em's Bday
Wednesday night was Emma’s 21st birthday; so we went ‘up town’ to celebrate it all. Me and a guy from uni dropped into the Wetherspoons before the club to make sure we had a couple of Jägerbombs inside us to start the night.
We made our way to the club, but the queue was huge and it was one in, one out, so we decided to take a look elsewhere. We ended up at a club called Moonlighting which, on a Wednesday has a student-friendly night called Cheap$kates. The drinks in Cheap$kates are dirt cheap, so the dollar-sign is more appropriate than in Ke$ha.
With birthday girl Emma
Emma turned up shortly after us with her two friends; one of them was from Ireland and the other from Chicago. In a moment of comic genius, I named them ‘Ireland’ and ‘Chicago’.
I was going through drinks at George Best’s best session rate, when a Tequila girl sauntered up. I hate Tequila, but I like girls, so I tried to give her a bit of chat without buying Tequila. She made it clear she would rather me buy the tequila, and then walked off.
Getting on famously with 'Chicago' before I put my foot in it
With the 90p vodka and cokes taking their toll I went up to Chicago (the girl) and told her she wasn’t as good as Kanye West. Get it? Chicago… the city… Kanye West comes from there. Understandably she took offence but unlike Kanye she did let me have my moment so I guess I was wrong. At that point, full of vodka and evidently empty on tact and smoothness, I thought it best to call it a night.
Lesson: You can never get enough 90p vodkas, but it’s probably best to have a limit.
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