I have a fucking beehive.
Tonight after work I was greeted by the wife asking if I'd fancy getting my glad rags on and hitting town for a few bevvies.
How could I resist?
So I put my fanciest dress and heels on, back-combed my hair into a RIDICULOUS hive, Amy Wino style and sauntered my hiney down town.
We started the night at my old local, The Bassment. They lured me in with some classic dnb which really got me in the mood to head to Origin, a 'new' club which I have never been to. We were then dragged to the worst possible place in Aberdeen, namely Revolution. I would sooner asphyxiate myself with my own beehive than go there again. Perma-tanned peroxide blondes with spangly dresses from Primark littered the place, being eyed up by Mr mid life crisis. *Yuriel sigh* So we left this vermin ridden cess pool and headed home for a swift tuna sandwich.
Now I'm drinking gin and tonic from a taz mug, like so:
Tonight after work I was greeted by the wife asking if I'd fancy getting my glad rags on and hitting town for a few bevvies.
How could I resist?
So I put my fanciest dress and heels on, back-combed my hair into a RIDICULOUS hive, Amy Wino style and sauntered my hiney down town.
We started the night at my old local, The Bassment. They lured me in with some classic dnb which really got me in the mood to head to Origin, a 'new' club which I have never been to. We were then dragged to the worst possible place in Aberdeen, namely Revolution. I would sooner asphyxiate myself with my own beehive than go there again. Perma-tanned peroxide blondes with spangly dresses from Primark littered the place, being eyed up by Mr mid life crisis. *Yuriel sigh* So we left this vermin ridden cess pool and headed home for a swift tuna sandwich.
Now I'm drinking gin and tonic from a taz mug, like so:
Woo, Saturday!
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All the bars where I live are like that unless you go to an old-man-pub, but then you have the old men staring at you the whole time. Can't win for losing.
Oh hang on, you went and spoiled it