Oh My God!
I just had the best night night out I've had in years.
I haven't really been going out all that much recently but this past couple of weeks I have kinda thought fuck it, lets get back out there. And it didn't take me long to revert to my old self (which has been missing for a long while).
The club is called Jet Black and Bleached and was at The Electrowerkz in Islington. Its a kind of glam/rock/indie/punk/retro club and it was superb (I must admit it was pretty good last time I went, but then I was still with my ex so that kinda stiffled the evening slightly) and I enjoyed the godamned hell out of it.
We danced to allsorts of great shit (too many to mention) and we drank and we smoked and all was good.
Then...
It got better.
My friend Cade is the singer in a band (that I might be joining on bass if I get my act together and actually learn the songs) and he happened to mention that one his friends was coming. He told me her name and also told me that I had met her before (which I had and I fancied the pants of her then) and he told me that she was going to be there any minute.
I nearly passed out with excitement just remembering how gorgeous she was.
A few minutes later she arrived and my jaw must have hit the floor and someone must have been mopping up the drool from beneath me, because she was 100 million times more stunning than I remembered.
She must be the coolest chick on the entire planet. Her name is Christiana and she's Italian and she plays bass (better than me by a long shot I hasten to add) and she sat down and started to roll a cigarette and I don't think I took my eyes off her from then on.
At which point (having had a few drinks) the Sugarbabes/Richard X version of Freak Like Me came on and Cade got up to dance. I thought fuck it, nows my chance, so I grabbed Christiana's hand and dragged her to the dancefloor, at which point we continued to dance at each other for the next 2 hours.
I am totally gone. I cannot get her out of my mind (hence the babbling I guess). She danced with me for what seemed like an eternity and I loved every second of it.
And we were ready to leave (the band are playing a gig tomorrow so us old men had to sleep) she gave me the biggest cutest sexiest hug I have ever had and kissed my cheek so sweetly that I nearly passed out there and then.
Then...
Johnny Cash's version of Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus came on and we danced together to that one more time and then she kissed me again and hugged even more perfectly than the first time.
Now some of you (if you've bothered to read this far) are probably thinking "Is that it, a hug and a peck on the cheek?" but that was all I needed, anything else would have already been icing on a gorgeous chocolat fudge cake.
And the best thing is...that she is coming to the bands gig tomorrow night!
I already can't wait.
I shall sleep well tonight and I shall dream the most sweet dreams.
Dx
I just had the best night night out I've had in years.
I haven't really been going out all that much recently but this past couple of weeks I have kinda thought fuck it, lets get back out there. And it didn't take me long to revert to my old self (which has been missing for a long while).
The club is called Jet Black and Bleached and was at The Electrowerkz in Islington. Its a kind of glam/rock/indie/punk/retro club and it was superb (I must admit it was pretty good last time I went, but then I was still with my ex so that kinda stiffled the evening slightly) and I enjoyed the godamned hell out of it.
We danced to allsorts of great shit (too many to mention) and we drank and we smoked and all was good.
Then...
It got better.
My friend Cade is the singer in a band (that I might be joining on bass if I get my act together and actually learn the songs) and he happened to mention that one his friends was coming. He told me her name and also told me that I had met her before (which I had and I fancied the pants of her then) and he told me that she was going to be there any minute.
I nearly passed out with excitement just remembering how gorgeous she was.
A few minutes later she arrived and my jaw must have hit the floor and someone must have been mopping up the drool from beneath me, because she was 100 million times more stunning than I remembered.
She must be the coolest chick on the entire planet. Her name is Christiana and she's Italian and she plays bass (better than me by a long shot I hasten to add) and she sat down and started to roll a cigarette and I don't think I took my eyes off her from then on.
At which point (having had a few drinks) the Sugarbabes/Richard X version of Freak Like Me came on and Cade got up to dance. I thought fuck it, nows my chance, so I grabbed Christiana's hand and dragged her to the dancefloor, at which point we continued to dance at each other for the next 2 hours.
I am totally gone. I cannot get her out of my mind (hence the babbling I guess). She danced with me for what seemed like an eternity and I loved every second of it.
And we were ready to leave (the band are playing a gig tomorrow so us old men had to sleep) she gave me the biggest cutest sexiest hug I have ever had and kissed my cheek so sweetly that I nearly passed out there and then.
Then...
Johnny Cash's version of Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus came on and we danced together to that one more time and then she kissed me again and hugged even more perfectly than the first time.
Now some of you (if you've bothered to read this far) are probably thinking "Is that it, a hug and a peck on the cheek?" but that was all I needed, anything else would have already been icing on a gorgeous chocolat fudge cake.
And the best thing is...that she is coming to the bands gig tomorrow night!
I already can't wait.
I shall sleep well tonight and I shall dream the most sweet dreams.
Dx
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I miss that happening to me... That must have been a fantastic night, hopefully there will be more on the way
K
PS: Italian girls are the best by MILES. Believe me.