The Night that was...

Last night through the eyes of two different people…

Guess who is who!

Person A: Hurrah everyone has finished their exams. Hilarity will surely ensue. But no for the most part everyone is a bit stumped, tired and generally brain dead. Luckily a dose of neighbours is shortly followed by a lengthy beautifying process. Everyone puts on at least 2 different outfits before finally deciding on their final fantabulous ensemble.

Everyone looks gorgeous and the drinking begins. From the start the group is haunted by the presence of ‘randomers’ something that is to become somewhat of a theme throughout the night. Nevertheless the kitchen of flat 60 comes alive with laughter and sober dancing to the block rockin’ beats straining through the tiny speakers of Matt’s ipod.

Finally the group leave the house jostled along by the inpatient grumbles of spiky haired Adam. They get to the tube finally after a half an hour wait outside (in the cold) for an unawares Sarah, a stop in Budgens for tobacco and doughnuts and the inevitable wait for fear of death at the crossroads. Two stops down the line they are at Liverpool St. The root of Adam’s impatience is revealed as he quickly rushed off to Burger King. After a short, hilarious walk (because everyone is wearing heels) down the road they arrive at the Light Bar.

It is beautiful dark wood, lowlights and spacious benches coupled with scrumptious cocktails and Latino music.

Very quickly most of the girls find that a bar full of rich eligible or non-eligible bachelors equals free drinks. After a couple of hours of merriment and awkward toilet stops, as there is a women in the toilet who tries to give you soap, the inevitable emotional fireworks kick off leaving us 4 people down and plus one slightly odd marine named Steve.

The fireworks propel us into the next bar/club where the bar people spin spirit bottles and don’t measure the quantity they put in your drink.

Some people fall asleep, some dance insanely to the music, others text on their phone. All I know is that about 40 minutes later we end up in 2 taxis and are quickly home again.

Most people head straight for bed although it is 4am the night has been short. But well done we had a brilliant night or I did anyway.

Person B:

The hours before the evening stretched long and full of tea, until it was time. And then we applied Benefit, changed variously, necked drinks and boogied. And then we were chivvied by a certain gentleman who is so comfortable with his sexuality, he uses straighteners ‘Time to go, Let’s go, Come on people, Move it, time to go.’ Leaving Varey – the full difficulty of high heels was discovered by members of the party. And so, the tube station, doughnuts, tube station discussions, Liverpool Street, twenty pence for a pee, stagger, heels, stagger, The Light Bar, benches, wine, cocktails, toasts –not yet we have to wait for everyone…wait…wait…toast to the end of exams and the fabulousness of us all, Chloe smoking already oh dear, suits, weird beards with champagne, no racist Mike, Irish men, stag do, joints, cocktails, save Sophie from the marine, oh shit weirdo Marine, rescue Chloe from the loo, scrape her up, thank you gentleman Matt, Who puts toilets up scary stairs in club? Not a drunk person, is the music live? bang bang, Jen out the door, everyone after her, Lucy’s ankle, screaming shouting, being second best, Anna flies through the air with the greatest of ease, new club, thirty squid, drinks we don’t need, biro – who the fuck had the pen? Whose idea was writing on limbs? Silly dancing, stupid bare foot boogie-ing, empty sofas, big measures, Jen’s out again, bargain with taxis, haggle, stop Jen, come back Jen, taxi, home, rip-off taxi merchant, toast, toast, Jen and mop, Long haired Adam, Portishead, Sarah’s room, chatting, no voice Nat, Anna laughs at all of us, greens, weddings, being lame, 4am and bed.