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Disaster
Posted 29th June 2003 at 11:14am by Stu
Well, that was good. My first public appearance in what feels like months, spectacularly ruined by my inability to realise when I'm overdoing it. Went for a wild night out with some old friends I hadn't got together with for ages... was over at Cuff's with Jamie Scruff, got a long overdue haircut, a few beers, and a smashing curry that Cuff made us for dinner. Met up with Bowie and headed into town for a badly-needed drink-a-thon, where we in turn met up with Posh and Jen and Matt and all kinds of people. It was actually meant to be a night out for Meech so we could all get to know his new lady, but they ended up not even being in the country, but then again, I was in the company of all these cool people, the drinks were flowing, the music was good, I couldn't complain.
"I'm up... how can I get down... when I got all my friends around?"
Headed on to the Cathouse (first time I've been since Cuff's engagement, not counting the last time Minus3 played there), where more indulging was done and more cool people were met. Danced like a fool. Had some silly conversations. Danced like a fool some more. Passed out in the toilet. Woke up after the last song, when the last hangers-on were all getting kicked out.
Fuck.
I couldn't find anyone, even went round to Riginals and everything to see if people were still around. My shiny new phone had run out of power earlier in the night, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get it to stay on long enough to call or text people. Apart from being totally humiliating, it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact there were people depending on me to give them a roof over their heads for the night. No-one will answer my texts this morning, so I get the feeling people are more than a little pissed off at me.
What a disaster. Everything else just happens to be shit at the moment, so a night on the town with some of my favourite people was just what the doctor ordered. Couldn't even do that right. I really need to sort my shit out.
Man, I can be such a tool sometimes.
I miss Janette.
"I'm up... how can I get down... when I got all my friends around?"
Headed on to the Cathouse (first time I've been since Cuff's engagement, not counting the last time Minus3 played there), where more indulging was done and more cool people were met. Danced like a fool. Had some silly conversations. Danced like a fool some more. Passed out in the toilet. Woke up after the last song, when the last hangers-on were all getting kicked out.
Fuck.
I couldn't find anyone, even went round to Riginals and everything to see if people were still around. My shiny new phone had run out of power earlier in the night, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get it to stay on long enough to call or text people. Apart from being totally humiliating, it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact there were people depending on me to give them a roof over their heads for the night. No-one will answer my texts this morning, so I get the feeling people are more than a little pissed off at me.
What a disaster. Everything else just happens to be shit at the moment, so a night on the town with some of my favourite people was just what the doctor ordered. Couldn't even do that right. I really need to sort my shit out.
Man, I can be such a tool sometimes.
I miss Janette.
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