Monday Night Bent

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Yesterday somehow ended up with 4 of us in Watty on a student night, there were no prior plans of this but I think everyone was feeling festive and in the need for a few more drinks. Watford was jammed, absolutely heaving, the queue for Area was actually unbelieveable it spanned half the high street! We opted for Chicagos and got in free, which was a bonus, and upon arrival saw at the bar it bar ftse was being played (or equivalent game) where basically the prices for drinks change throughout the evening as displayed on the tv screens at the bar. At university this was done but drinks only ever went up in price defeating the point all together. This however was run well, and I snapped up a bargain Sol for £1.10 and then a Solitos for £0.95! Bargain! Unfortunately some of my group weren't playing properly and stuck to Vodka Diet Coke, no names mentioned (Simon) meaning that we should have really stuck to ordering our own drinks!

The bar was relatively quiet but with a glow coming from the dancefloor of the reflection of the light off peoples braces! I couldn't quite believe how young people looked all with braces, made me feel old, god knows what Luke and Simon must have been feeling like. Kieron and I played it cool at the bar while the other two danced and then all of a sudden they disappeared, I asked Kieron where they were to which he replied I don't know but watch this it's funny. Some weedy looking twirp was being held by the throat by a 6ft bald headed tough nut. The rest of the bald guys friends were equally as menacing all shouting at him and pushing him. We watched intrigued to see the final outcome which resulted in the guy walking up and shaking Luke by the hand. We went over to find out what had happened and apparently the guy had nicked Luke's drink and the bald guys had seen and stuck up for Simes and Luke (not before the guy pushed Simon away by the head). Good work baldies!!

Simon also headbutted me last night whilst dancing which resulted in more pain for him than me which I was quite proud of, however the story of the night has got to be how cool Kieron is. Kieron for those of you that don't know him is tall, goodlooking, and been at University in America for the past 3 years. He is what you call a stud, he sleeps with more women than I have hot dinners and is never short of a story (such as pulling at midget wrestling, but thats a story for another day). There was one girl in the club that was reasonable, the rest were either far to young or fat and we had eyed her up throughout the evening, Kieron had been silent, watching at the bar. By the end of the night we instructed him to proove his worth and get her number, to which he gently ran his fingers through his golden locks, adjusted his jacket and strolled confidently onto the dancefloor. He then simply said to her 'my friends and I are just leaving and I just wanted to say your beautiful, and it would be a disaster if I left tonight without finding out your name'...'Claire' she replied...'Does that also mean I can have your number?'...'Maybe'...'Maybe yes or maybe no? asked Kieron..'Maybe yes' as she delved into her bag, produced her phone and exchanged numbers, by the time we had left and entered the car she had ALREADY text him. What a man!

Tonight Curry and Booze hopefully its going to be a good one!