Last Night
So this weekend was just a little unplanned and didn’t really fill me with any great joy. I think a whole load of my mates are away on holiday this week and I was full of general apathy. Still, I go a bit funny if I don’t talk to people regularly so I forced myself to get ready and head out. Given I know all the bar staff and quite a few of the regulars it wasn’t like I’d have no one to talk to. I decided to treat myself to a bit of sashimi on the way up. which is becomming a regular feature. I tend to eat before hand and have a ’small’ £18 plate with 2 portions of salmon and 2 portions of tuna on it. Yummy. The alternative is between £50 and £100 worth of food which is lovely, but not really viable for a weekly thing. They’ve come to know me in that resteraunt too, mainly because the amount of sashimi I can eat impresses even the chef (he’s come out before because he didn’t beleive one person ordered that much 
) but then I’ve always been a sucker for dead raw fish.
Anyhoos, got to the pub and it was dead so I sat at the bar with a friend of mine had a bit of a chat and then spotted a rather cute girl walk in who spoke to the bar tender and I swear uttered the words ’still single’, which I assumed to in relation to her and how she was but I could have been wrong. She proceeded to sit at the end of the bar with no drink in hand so me, being a sucker for cute girls, decided to say hello and offer to buy her a drink. Transpires she was a poor student who had come out on the offchance her friends were comming out. She also appeared to be not single but that may have been for my benifit. I was happy enough to just buy her a few drinks and chat.
The pub eventually filled up and as darkness fill the glow came out 
Cute girl seemed to like the glow straws (in fact, everyone did, big hit there). The 10″ glowsticks were a bit dissapointing so I wont be bothering with them again, the glow earings were popular so I’ll need to get more of those and as usual the 4″ pendants and 6″ clubbing sticks went down an absolute storm. Turns out I’m a legend in my own underwear as a couple of people came up and asked ‘Are you the glowstick guy?’, something that appeals to me overinflated ego (especially when you get told that one couple will name thier first born after you in honour, not that it’ll happen, but the sentiment was there).
The rest of the night was spent talking to various people who I don’t normally talk to much which lead to an interesting revelation. I’ve always been a bit confused as to who lives in the ground floor flat below me. I was sure it was one guy, but then I kept seeing another couple coming and going so decided I must have got it wrong and they lived there while the guy visited lots. Nope, turns out they all live there The guy moved in first the then couple gradually moved in over time. Since the guy is the DJ at the new rock club in Colchester it means I can run downstairs with CD’s full of the crap I like and beg him to play it. We’ll have an electro/EBM/cyber/industrial set before long, even if I have to DJ the damn thing myself
To top the night of we had a big greasy kebab with chips and I went home to eat it while watching an episode of House. Pure bliss.
