I have, this evening, come to the conclusion that cheese night is not for me. My night started out leaving work at about 16:30, a friend was leaving work. This in itself was a bit wired normally you’re a bit sad when a friend leaves but the place they are going to sounds better and they seem happier, so it was a very happy evening. However the person I was out with has a 2-3 month old baby. It might be older then that but I think it’s a good estimate. Anyway they have been out of the habit of drinking and as such was pretty pissed by about …. 16:30. Impressively he managed to last until about 22:00.
As I noticed people flaking out I mailed some other friends to see if they were out. We left the pub we were in and a friend suggested we have a … cigarette at my house which was about 20 meters away. We had a cigarette and my two friends went of on their 30 minute walk to Olies house happy in the knowledge they could get in the hot tub once they arrived at their destination. As I was alone I decided to get my phone out and fire up FF7 when I noticed I had a text message. Oh shit yes I had suggested I would meet up with friends, shit. So I left
I met them at a bar, student bar, im not a critic it sold beer I was happy. Me and luke spoke FF7 for about half an hour, ignoring all the fit woman who I had never met. Although I’m pretty sure they were probably quite impressed by the fact that I have less of a life then luke so had therefore managed to play more hours of FF7.
We warned in the pub for long before we set of for a new location. When we left I didn’t know where we were going if I did I would have probably, tried to choose some were else. Anyway we were off to poo na na’s “cheese night”. Now if anyone actually reads this other than Rachel and neil than you won’t know what poo na na’s is. However the name of the place is pretty much like the response I would have made if given an opinion to go there [“shit! no, no”] im sure you can imagine the place. and they had a cheese night, one of those nights that attract the best calibre of people.
Well we were committed so I paid and entered. It didn’t take long before my friend Luke either looked at me and new I needed to get out for a sec or felt the same way. Whatever we were outside the club smoking a fag about 10 minutes after entering and neither off us smoke that much. How bad does a place have to be that it drives you to killing yourself in slow manner. i.e. this is bad im going to work on my cancer instead.
Whilst outside I discussed some of the aforementioned fit woman with like. One of them, which I thought I had been paying attention to, was pretty cute and looked like they had a interesting character. However when I described her to Luke I got everything wrong. I said she was blond! She had black hair, which actually makes more sense because I generally prefer black her. Luke said she had a whit dress, I wasn’t sure but I didn’t think it was white. Again Luke was right.
I know I ‘m going on side track here but I can’t work out if this behaviour is wrong. On the face of it it seems that my thoughts are quite superficial. How could you fancy someone if you can’t remember what they look like. I would argue the opposite, that you can have an attraction to someone through their personality without paying attention to aesthetics. I’ll let the reader decide which camp I fall into.
As we were out smoking we met another patron who had a similar opinion to me and luke on the whole chees thing, and like me and Luke, she also ended up dancing to the cheese as the night progressed. Yes I obviously danced, I got drunk and thought “yes , I remember , I’m an awesome dancer especially when its chees”. Luckily everyone else was in the same mind-set. This lasted for about 5-7 songs before people gradually started to realise the music was shit and dancing like a fool is only funny/cool for about 5 songs. After that you actually have to start doing some dancing which most blokes can’t pull off.
I have always wondered about this one. When you are free and single what is the best dancing way. On the one hand you can dance all night look like a bit of a twat and get some points for being on the dance floor all night but loose points for looking like a twat. Or not dance and lose points for not dancing but you don’t lose points for looking like a twat. Personally I think you need to dance a bit to show you happy to do that stuff but when backstreets back all right comes on you need to say “im done”
So we sit down, it’s a loud club, I can’t hear anything so just node and act intrested to questions. I sometimes wonder if that’s what everyone does. Most people I know seem to do the same, which would suggest that you never get a proper conversation in a club. Everyone is just talking too them self, that probably makes the guy I mention later sound like the all-knowing monk
So back on track, we sat down and not been able to understand anyone allowed me I decided to par take in one of my preferred past times, people watching. That’s when it happened. There had been a few people dancing in front of us. Hard to tell if people are in the same group or different groups. Either way there had been a guy dancing near a girl for a couple of songs. She was in my opinion out of his league and I’m under no allusion out of mine. I should also mention at this point that this is the same woman that was having a fag with me and Luke earlier.
Anyway he was obviously after here and was waiting for the right song to make his move. Good thinking, yes? You would think so but for some reason he thought that the best song to make his move was s club seven “don’t stop moving”. Well you can’t really follow something like that. There are too many questions, and he seemed to think he was doing well. Which do be fair he might have been? The woman who did look a bit taken aback by the fact some guy was singing every single lyric, in perfect timing, to an s club 7 song, was still dancing with him. Unfortunately I miss how this ended because I got districted
What could distract me from the previous train wreck, well. It was a guy that came out of left field holding three beers and dancing like he lived for cheese. At first I had assumed he had some friends because he had three beers (at this point there is only on in hand 2 on the table) but it appeared that he was on his own. He took up position at that clear bit of space between the dance floor and the people who don’t want to dance. It is a place that generally attracts nutter’s so I was obviusoly a littler weary. Anyway he carried on dancing I got distracted for a few minutes and I look back and he had decided to try and encourage people who were walking by that they should also dance.
Eventually, by luck or ignorance (on the to be mentioned party) he convince some people to dance at the other side of him. So now you have the main dance floor, then a random guy dancing, followed by a group who had reached the point of drunkenness that they thought all there dance moves were well sexy. To be fair everyone, including the random guy was at this point. With all this going one the random guy somehow ended up in a group of people dancing alone.
Ok so I originally wrote this blog at three in the morning after leaving the club coming home and first changing my light bulb which had burst earlier in the evening. With that in mind im not sure what point I was trying to make, I guess I just wanted to get the random night down and affirm that yes cheese is not for me. Either way this has been sat in my unpublished pile for a while and as im not sure how I was going to end this I thought I would just publish it as is. Enjoy
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