going out
Last night started innocently enough. After skating, Iain, Rob, and I headed for the slick supermarket on the outskirts of town to do our weekly shopping. It was pretty rad, despite the fact that I took forever on account of the whole supermarket-layout-adaptation phenomenon. Once again, I was struck about how nice it is to have foods that are clearly labled “suitable for vegans” or “contains milk, eggs”. Furthermore, I realised that the place has a ton of fair trade food, like chocolate, coffee, and tea. I picked up some fair-trade banannas and will certainly enjoy consuming them, knowing that they weren’t picked by slaves.
After getting back in one piece (perhaps a feat given that Rob fancies himself Michael Schumacher), I made some pasta, and Rob proceeded to get pissed. Unlike some people, Rob is a talker when he’s drinking, and he’s surprisingly insightful and coherent. The most amusing thing, however, is that when drunk, Rob makes statements which he soon quickly regrets. There were some rather frightening revelations that I’ll leave out as Rob’s my mate, but to give a case in point, when we were getting out of a cab, Rob told the cabbie “£3.60? Make that £3.70”, and then groaned, “did I just say that?” Hilarious. So, after a totally fun evening of watching the tele and just talking crap, Iain and I both ended up going with Rob to this club called the Cavendish on the other side of the meadows, thinking that Rob’s banter might make the night worthwhile. We had heard from the girls upstairs that some kid Rob had gotten in a fight with a few weeks before would be there, and at least I wanted to go along, partly to see what madness might develop, and partly to help make sure it didn’t get too out of hand.
Well, nothing got out of hand. In fact it was a pretty boring night out. The club was, I was told, sort of scuzzy by the girls standards, and the music was shit for sure. I guess I’ can mark it up as a cultural experience. Surprisingly, the girls in general were dressed far more conservatively than the club kids in Columbus, though I did witness quite a few girls who were pretty far gone. It wasn’t really my scene, but conversation made it bearable.
At the end of the night Rob had an encounter with the lad that he had fought with, and it was, from what I witnessed, congenial. The best part was the cab ride home when Rob kept talking about the fact that the guy was so much larger than he. There was a bit of noisy talking up in flat eight before I retired around four AM.