Second Time Very Lucky

I don't know what happened to me last night. Well... Yes, I do, but I'm not sure what triggered the final decision to go out to town at about 11.30pm. Yes, I've done it before, and it turned out to be mediocre at best, so I have no reason why I thought that this time would be better. Well... Yes, I do actually.. Suppose I might aswell get to that later, given you're all now sitting there wondering what the hell I'm talking about.. No change there then?

So, for the 2nd time in recent history, I was standing outside my local pub in the fresh winds of a Summer night, listening to the dulcit tones of a half-baked karaoke singer in the background, waiting for a taxi into the regular stomping ground that is Bedford High Street. The journey there was spent attempting to discuss boxing with the cab driver, and seeing that boxing is one of only a handful of sports I know very little about, it turned out to be a one-sided conversation. We picked up Mr.Mason, who is up for a party at any time of any day, and ascended to the mayhem of a Saturday night. Upon stepping out the taxi, I had an instant feeling that we might regret this very late decision, as we were nearly trampled on by a very rowdy group of 40-somethings who already looked like they had downed a bottle of vodka or 5.. Still, we got some money out, and went to The Mitten Tree, (Again!), and met up with Nikki and her friend, Kayleigh.

Now. I had met Nikki a couple of months back at her house party which turned out to be rather eventful to say the least, and then only a few times since then, so we aren't exactly best friends... Seeing as I hadn't even met her friend before, me and Mason, completely sober for an hour or so, seemed a bit alienated by the fact that the only people we knew were each other... Still, a few JD and cokes later plus some very weird Pina Colada shot that tasted, (and looked), like pure ice, made us a bit more sociable and we started to enjoy ourselves a bit more, but why the Macarena came up, I don't and will never know. It was quite a sight seeing many, many people whack out the famous Macarena dance moves in the middle of a bar that is used to playing mainstream dance and club music... Still, it only sums up what turned out to be a bit of a crazy night!

We moved on to Elements, which I'm glad to say was a bit busier than the night before, and bought £2 drinks while the girls splashed out on some fancy bottles of champagne, despite complaining most of the time that they were skint and couldn't come out very often... I got the feeling the night was heading into a similar vain to the night before, where not a lot happened and we were dancing to the most repetitive songs ever created, but just as I started to wonder that things were going to end up on a level playing field, things started to happen... Even meeting a few football players that I had refereed throughout the season wasn't a patch on what happened later...

I've decided for the sanity of myself and said person, I am going to impose my very own super-injuction and not disclose everything, although some of you do know already. Despite not being the relationship sort of person, I do seem to end up being involved with people who are already involved in a relationship... Yes, I do know and yes, I have just given most of it away. I do usually see myself as the person who has a good set of morals and intentions, even if sometimes I do end up doing the wrong thing, but despite knowing that I was getting myself into trouble, I still went ahead with it. I blame the alcohol. The title of this blog then, is literally, "second time lucky" after the fiasco of the house party..

To be fair, I am talking like this is the start of something new, but it really isn't. It will become just "an event to happen on a night out once", and although one part of me feeling a bit bad about this, the other parts are relieved that this will probably be the case. We have already established that relationships are not my thing, and although being 99% sure that nothing would happen anyway, (probably over the fact she is already accounted for), even if I wanted it to, I am certain that it will be an isolated incident. I am fully aware I am the culprit here in a case where people will now think less of me, but it isn't the first time, and honestly? Might not be the last!

I've just realised I'm overreacting ridiculously, but for the sake of entertainment, I shall leave what I have just spent the last 45 minutes writing. I shall gracefully receive the banter that is most probably coming my way, knowing that I made a few people rather jealous last night! Well, on the rating of "ridiculousness", it probably matched Friday night, but in terms of an "end result", better.

And that, after an annihalation of some Cambridgeshire team earlier, is the end of my birthday weekend. For the first time in a long time, I am feeling the crappy Sunday night feeling that comes with the fact that I have to work for 8 and a half hours tomorrow... But at least I can have a lie-in. SCORE!

(Not the first time I've said that this weekend.)