Mate's birthday do
>Put on the suit+shirt combo I've had for 2 years yet never tried on
>Suit's tight around the armpits and back and the shirt's tight around the waist but otherwise fits.
>Get picked up at 4:30
>Realise I forgot my passport. We make a roundtrip back to mine just as we pull in to my mate's road.
>Go to the pub
>Go to another pub.
>Go to an all-you-can-eat
>Eat myself stupid and blow myself out.
>The buttons on the suit (which were unused throughout the night because I'm too fat) come off because of shit stitching on the way to another pub.
>It's time to go clubbing
>Don't fancy clubbing and neither do 2 of my friends
>When they hatch a plan to get out of it by one of them voluntarily inducing vomiting, I get caught out by the "Oh but it's my birthday" line while the other two run away into the wilderness.
>I give in and go clubbing, intending only to go for an hour.
>However, I don't want to take a taxi on my own so wait until someone else wants to leave.
>At some point in the night 4 people leave at once. The sudden wave of people leaving and my being under the influence of alcohol means I miss my chance to go with them.
>12am rolls around, friend Barry says he'll leave with me at 1am.
>It's 1am, he's snogging a girl's face off.
>An hour and a half hour later, we all finally leave.
I'm tired, achey and I dislike clubbing. Even still, I had fun. Besides the clubbing part.