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Hello readers. Another week, another blog, and this little entry begins last Friday...

I left school at around 4:30 as per usual and raced home because I was going out. After watching far to many episodes of the Simpsons I bolted down my tea and got ready. Donna was picking me up at 7:30 so I made sure I was ready (I hate being late) and waiting ready to go...

... "EX-TER-MIN-ATE" sounded as my phone recieved a text message. Donna was running a bit late so I took the opportunity to watch a bit more Simpsons. Her and Mark rolled in to the Croft and we set off to pick Kate up. We arrived at the Saracens head in Shirley where we were meeting Vicky, Jo, and some other people...

It turned out to be Karaoke night (no, I didn't sing) and there were a few people from our crowd that got up on stage to demonstrate their musical prowess along with the regular masses. At about 10-ish, Lee (part of the entourage I was introduced to, nice bloke) suggested that everyone go up Birmingham. Donna couldn't because she had her car and was giving Mark and Kate a lift. So it turned out to be Me, Lee, Vicky, Jo, and Lyn (who was Lee's sister... I think) heading up to Reflex on Thingy-ma-bob Road. The music was the usual blend of '80's pop/rock. Lee got the first round in, and then it gets a bit blurry... I can't remember if I got a round in or not. I seem to recall standing by the bar, but I think Vicky paid for the drinks.... I will have to make a mental note to buy everyone a drink next time I see them (and by a mental note, I mean type it on here... This is my memory, after all!) At around 3:00am we all left, along with a talkative Irish fellow who had taken a shine to Vicky. Food was on the agenda and so we nipped across the road to the chip shop. We ate indoors (which is nice, because eating when I'm stood up gives me indigestion) and had a chat... When we had scoffed everything, and quelled the craving for munchies, we caught a taxi from where Thingamabob Road joins Whatsit Street (without the Irish dude, who had gone to find his hotel) and started giving him directions and trying to explain that we needed 2 stops...

... This was difficult because the cabbie was a moron:

"Y'arright mate, were goin' to Hall Green and then on to Wythall"
"Wittall?"
"Yeah, and Hall Green"
"Hal-Grin... Yes"
"How much do y'reckon it's going to be?"
"Fifftin, Fifftin pound"

We got in, and I was convinced he understood... As soon as the door closed it was:

"Sorri, where you go?"
"WYTHALL, VIA HALL GREEN!!!"
"Ah-yes, Wittall, Hal-Grin..... *short pause*..... You tell me where?"
"AAAARRRGH!"

So I started giving the poor sod directions. Now I know that I am useless at directing people but remember I was pissed, and when your that inhebriated, like all blokes, I have an auto pilot which enables me to get to just about anywhere I need to go. Consciously I couldn't have done it, but my god when I'm drunk, come hell or high water, I will get you to where you need to go (all be it late, and, in the case of high water, slightly damp.)

He took it upon himself to drop me off at Wythall first (which I didn't want to do, because i didn't like to leave the girls on their own with the greasy little wanker.) I got in and went immediately to bed... Ready for the onslaught of Saturday... Which, in my opinion, came far too quickly.

I awoke at about 10:00 just in time to go over to my nans for dinner (/breakfast.) I stumbled down stairs and got in the car with Mum and Selena and we set off. Along the way we had to call in to "The Cake Gallery" because Selena wanted to get a price of a birthday cake for her 21st Birthday (in November.) When we got to nan's she had done hot-dogs! Things were looking up! during the course of the meal...

... "EX-TER-MIN-ATE...

My phone went off and it was Jason telling me what time to be ready for, since I was going out that evening as well to see Spike's band, Adrenaline, at the Wolfram hall in Wolverhampton... He told me to be ready far earlier than I had expected so we rushed home for 4:00 so I could get changed.

After putting on my best mosh-togs I went round to his house and Myself, Jason and Gemma got a lift to Shirley station. It took about an hour to get to Wolverhampton, what with having to change trains. We got there though and met Nicola who had our tickets. After grabbing a bite to eat at Subway we went in. There were 4 support bands and the main act, Mendeed, at the end. Adrenaline was on second and gave an excellent performance. They filled the 25 minute slot easy and got the crowd in a good frenzy. By the time Mendeed was on though, we were all feeling tired so we left a bit early to beat the crowds, but not before I bought a key-chain, and 2 Adrenaline CD's.

Getting home is a story in it's self...

We started walking but Gemma's boots were hurting her feet. Like a gentleman I offered her a piggy-back (well, you know what I'm like!) She hopped on my back but immediately started to slide down again. Now rather than just let go she thought she could hold herself up if she hung on to my throat! As she slid down, she nearly strangled me, and we both ended up in a heap on the floor, with Jason doing nothing to help other than stand there, pointing at us in fits of laughter!

Nice.

We got back to the train station for about 11pm, thinking that the last train was at 11:15... It wasn't... It was at 10:15. I nearly had a heart attack, Gemma looked ready to fall asleep, and Jason looked like he was about to headbutt something. So our only options now were Metro, Bus, or Taxi. a Taxi from Wolvy to Wythall would have been about £60, so that was out... Bus or Metro to go... We walked up to the bus depot, only to discover that only the local buses were running at this time of night! AAARRGH! The Metro was our last chance. If this failed, it would be £60 to get home, or sleep on a park bench! The bus driver let us hop on for free and dropped us at the metro-stop. We made it with 2 minutes to spare. The final run was just coming in to sight as we got off! We gladly jumped on, safe in the knowledge that we would get home. On the way we ran in to a girls night out who were also trying to get back to Brum. One of them, with a broad Texan accent, noticed Gemmas funky boots and started chatting. They were a bit rowdy but quite funny to listen to. The texan woman, somewhere in her mid 30's then decided to put her feet up on my leg... Instead of giving her a stern look I waited until she was about to say something, and then quickly moved my knees out of the way so her feet dropped to the floor with a rasther loud thud... Being drunk, I don't think she knew what had just happened, and probably thought the train had crashed...

... Drunk people are hilarious...

... After we got off we said goodbye (thankfully) and got in the nearest taxi.....

"Where you go, pliz?"

... Yes readers, another moron cabbie... He was slightly better at understanding English than the cabbie the night before though so we got under way with no need for directions!

We were home for about 3:30am and I can't actually remember going to sleep... I must have done though because I remember waking up Sunday morning...

... But that's another story!

TTFN readers!