I guess it's time to explain Thursday's events in total, as my earlier post containing a picture of some McDonald's food needs some sort of context...
OKAY.
The day was mostly uneventful (but lovely and perfect and aah): I spent it at Tom's, cutting out pictures, lying in bed and watching him do his art coursework. On the evening, we were to go to Newcastle to watch, and, obviously, enjoy, our friends doing a DJ set at some bar in Newcastle. Lack of funds called for a 'pre-lash' so fruity beer and gin (not mixed together, don't be silly) was had at Tom's, and Tesco's finest Biere Speciale was had behind a church. We are classy people. The journey to the Toon was pretty generic, apart from my boyfriend and Andy visiting the toilet on the train together, don't ask, and forgetting to lock the door, allowing us hilarious folk outside to repeatedly open the door, consequencing in screams of horror from the boys inside, and chokes of laughter from us lot. Delightful.
The actual reason we went to Newcastle, as I mentioned before, was so Andy and James could DJ at Pumphrey's bar but, in actual fact, that was only a tiny part of our night, and one which seems to have been forgotten by everyone. Probably because the drinks were quite expensive, the bands were pretty generic, and the pool table was broken (augh, worst deal!) although, that said, the craic itself was sweeeet, and I did love watching the dancefloor empty when Lady Gaga's 'Telephone' boomed through the speakers. After the lads did their thing, the plan was to mish around Newcastle and then retire to Jonesy's flat. Unfortunately 'mishing around' became 'queue forever then pay a fiver to get into Digital' which, usually, I wouldn't have minded that much but, as I've already mentioned, Tom and I greatly lacked cash meaning we were quite sober (compared to our companions who looked like they may fall to the floor in any second) and really weren't in the mood for clubbing. Instead, er, we decided to wander the cold streets of Newcastle for the next three hours, awaiting the doors of the train station to open so we could grab the first train, at 4:30am, home. This choice led us to experience terrifying mannequins wearing tutus, freezing cold weather, McDonald's, insane buskers, the weirdest smelling toilet in the world, someone getting beaten up by a huge fat man, and a second round of McDonald's. I really can't explain how strange my night was and I don't think anyone apart from Tom will ever understand it.
Anyway! Plans for the evening are to go out to see my darling Ada and grab a few cheeky bevs with her in the Fishtank where Tom is doing his first shift! I wonder if he pulls a good pint.
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