D-I-S-C-O
I went to School Disco on Saturday night.
There were mitigating circumstances I promise you, obligations of friendship and the like, and in my position I’m sure you would have done the same!
I could sit here a bitch about the bus that changed route on a whim, taking Cat Lady K in entirely the wrong direction and making us an hour late for meeting everyone else. I could bitch about how we really should have been more drunk by the time we got there or even had anything to drink at all. I could bitch about bar prices or the queues for the toilet. I could bitch about the clientel, the girls who turned up in suspenders and mini skirts with their shirts tied up to show off their mid-riff and the boys who turned up to grope said girls (and tried it on to no avail with some of our circle). I could bitch about the entire premise of night that requires girls to dreses up like school girls so that boys will fancy them more.
But, and I’m not sure I should be admitting this, despite mine and Cat Lady K’s natural, how shall I put this, cynicism, I had fun. And while it wasn’t quite up there with uni (where the drinks were cheaper, the boys were cuter and we knew *everyone*) it was worth it. It’s been absolutely *ages* since I last spent any time at all dancing to cheesy pop, with a big group of friends, singing along, shaking our stuff, laughing at each other. It’s been too long.
There needs to be more dancing on a Saturday night - anyone got any reccommendations?
Glad: Laurie taught me how to go clubbing sober
Nursing: my tired feet
Gingerbred lattes drunk this weekend: 2