People Are Strange When You’re A Stranger?

This weekend i somehow managed to squeeze the equivalent of 4 nights out (or nights in) into a measly 18 hours. All of it unplanned and messy.

MP3: Alkaline Trio – Take Lots With Alcohol

Night 1: 6pm – 10:30pm
I meet a few folk up in town to go watch the Scotland vs Lithuania football game. During the game a lot of Tennents are consumed. After the game we go to Capitol then onto Nice N Sleazys where a lot of White Russian cocktails are consumed. Then it’s off to the Captains Rest for some Sailor Jerrys and then i get the phone call……….

Night 2: 10:30pm – 1:30am
This Friday night i had a very nice but unexpected visit from an old friend who i hadn’t seen in just under a year. She moved to London last September. She was originally meant to be coming up to visit last month. But then re-arranged for the second or third week of September due to work commitments. But unbeknown to me (and a few others) she had sneakily arranged the first week of September as a holiday so she could come visit and give all her friends a massive surprise! Sneaky, very sneaky. But cool. So imagine the pleasant shock when i got a phone call at 10pm on Friday night saying “Hello Johnny, it’s me! Right, i’m waiting on a taxi, where are you?” and that was it. She had been back in Glasgow since the Thursday morning and after sleeping off jet lag (she had flown from London to Paris to Cork to Glasgow in the space of 5 days) decided it would be nice to make me almost piss myself with excitement by phoning me up randomly.

It’s always good to catch up with friends but when you haven’t seen them in that long it’s fucking amazing. We went back to my flat and talked about the boring stuff first, y’know the formalities? Stuff like “So good to see you, how are you?” etc then we got back to the old days and talk of days of yore and the old bands we were in and the likes. Then as the wine and beer consumption grew and grew we got to our favourite past time……….smoking weed and talking nonsense. Literally an hour and a half of non stop laughing, funny stories and so bad that they’re funny jokes. So by this time it’s half 1 in the morning or thereabouts anyway and Night 3 is just around the corner….

MP3: The Icarus Line – On The Lash

Night 3: 1:30am – 4:30 am/5am maybe? I can’t really remember.
My flat mate comes home from his work. I hear the door open and i’m expecting an exhausted and thirsty man to walk through the door so i attempt to prepare him a drink. But, wait, what’s that? I hear more voices. Voices unknown to thine ear. He’s not alone. Ah, he must have a friend or two with him. The door opens………..he has 5 or 6 friends with him. “We’re off to a house party” he states. “You coming?”. “Aye why not?” comes my return. So we go to the house party, there are more people there (really? i hear you say. people at a house party?), some of them i know and some of them, like the 5 or 6 before, i’m meeting for the first time. The good thing is that they’re all really nice and friendly. Now, as i’ve stated before, i’m not the best in social situations, i become disgustingly awkward but it’s much much easier when people are that friendly and dare i say normal? When people/strangers don’t push you for information or try and force you to talk then it makes it a whole lot easier for people like me who like to come out of the shell slowly but surely. It was a relaxed atmosphere with 10 to 15 people just sitting around chilling and having a good time. Then it was time to go home……….or was it?

Night 4: Sometime in the early hours of Saturday morning – 1pm Saturday afternoon
We didn’t go home alone. Half the people at the party came back to ours and we continued the festivities there. The drinks cupboard is pretty bare now. We did have Jagermeister, Alize, rum, gin, amaretto, Jack D, vodka and wine. We now have a bottle of Czech liquor that nobody wanted to touch!

I can’t really go into much detail of what happened at our place when everyone came back because A) i can’t really remember B) i don’t know if i want to remember C) where am i?

MP3: Gogol Bordello – Alcohol

Here’s some things i remember from the course of those 18 or so hours. In no certain order, the following occured:

Being accosted by a drunken tramp on Jamaica Street. Well, he attempted to accost before falling on his knees about 2 feet away from me shouting obscenities.

Being forced into arm wrestling a Polish girl by my flatmate. I won. Thankfully.

Explaining the rules of concept albums to an eager listener.

Laughing uncontrollably with Aiobfan at jokes about fish and fishy smelly stuff.

Being described as “emo” by two passing neds on the street. I mean come on, really?

Jonathon rolling me another amazing cone. I am humbled kind sir.

Walking into a really low door frame.

Re-arranging the laws of gravity in a taxi.

Wearing sunglasses inside. I’m not a dick. I was merely portraying a part which required me to do so.

Stealing yet another gig poster from The Captains Rest. Sorry guys, it’s an addiction.

Squeezing onto a 3 seater couch with about 6 people. Just to see how many we could fit.

Having my hat passed around the room, like a cheap whore, for people to try on.

Catching sight of my trainers in a huge full length mirror (i hate mirrors) and being horrified. I had two odd ones on at some point. I was very drunk.

Watching the ashtray fall from the table, in what seemed like slow motion, and smash on the floor.

Winning $10.

And lastly,

Waking up surrounded by sleeping bodies scattered all over the place.

Waking up with a blonde girl lying on top of me. “Who are you?????”

Waking up with what felt like Brant Bjork pounding my head with drums and having a tongue that felt like i’d just licked a badgers bum. Damn you red wine.

Going to Greggs bakers and feeling much much better. For a while.

S.I.T Wolf  X

ps. Chris is sending me the files from the Eclecticity live set tomorrow so they’ll be 100% up next weekend 🙂

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