The gayness continues

Friday in Manchester was a day spent with a little biking, some shopping, and then relaxing. Then it was the gay birthday. So it was no surprise it felt like dejavu (how do u spell that?) when I was invited to join Vicky and her flatmate in London where another friend was having another gay party. "Ahhh, why not" I figured. I wanted to see London anyway. So off we set by car with two gay guys, heading to meet another club full.

Only this night turned out far different to the last. The last was good. This night was brilliant. 

When we reached Steve's flat who we were staying with, we ate some cake and then prepared for town. Gay guys and a girl all required preparation time and so i was left with a bottle of wine and an hour to kill. One and one together equalled me finishing the first bottle and starting on the second by the time we left. The other half disappeared by the time we reached the pub for dinner and a half hour later and I had gone the same way. I was finished too. Or was I?

I realised I was drunk (putting it lightly) and so began my assault on the bar's water supply. Wacking them back like a true champ I managed to sober up before anything too stupid took place and luckily all the gay guys were more than willing to watch over me to make sure I was safe. Then it was off to the club where we would spend the night dancing to what was actually quite awesome music.

I hit the stage quite quickly and teamed up with a little blonde thing (female) who i spent the night with, dancing away on the drink shelf above everyone else, swigging back free drinks (guys were being really generous that night; albiet gin and tonics all the time) and thoroughly enjoying myself. Awesome night. 

Then the next day I headed off to Brighton with one of Vicky's friends after a quick pub meal and deciding I would return to London at a later date to see the sights.