The night out!
The Night Out.
So it finally happened - we got enough willing souls to get a boozy football night out. In the aftermath of the Townhead Old Firm game it was decided to get slaughtered in the West End. The West End was decided upon for its bohemian atmosphere, culture and the fact that they let you in the bars with jeans, trainers etc. As the major culprit of the "ye canny git in 'cause yer wearing trainers" line I even resorted to not wearing my trusty New Balance Gutties so as to not drag the lads down.
Its a shade embaressing when they don't even let you in to Drummonds (yep - that well know wine bar) so even Captain Bundy got smartened up (a bit!).
This made the Old Firm Cup Final the next day a strange affair as it was basically a topping up process from the night before!
The Participants
Chris.
Harry.
Iain H.
Iain C.
Leon.
Richard.
Fleeting Appearance
Ronnie
Posted missing altogether
Neil.
Kenny.
Martin - terrorising Spanish locals on holiday.
Andy - Parental responsibilites.
The Drinking Establishments
The Pitz - Townhead.
Aptly named. Our local footballing arena lived up to its name. After waiting 15 minutes for our bottle of Champagne I managed to have a staring match with the guy who has, in the 5 years or so of playing here, said only "dae ye want ice". To rub salt in the wounds they tried to charge us "£5 corrkage" to drink it on the premises. So with the words "bollox, we'll drink it in the street" ringing in their wax filled ears we set of to find more accomodating hosts.
NOTE: You have to admire the cheek of the £5 charge, after all we have only been paying them £40 once sometimes twice a week for 5 years. The Pitz new motto "Customer service our speciallity".
Molly Malones - City Center.
A quick stop for refreshment before heading West, this is where Ronnie bailed out and where Leon and I solved the age old religious question of "is there anything after death". They should really listen to us. From there it was a taxi frenzy to the West End. While in the taxi Richard and Chris had a particularly savage verbal attack on someone, who will remain nameless for the moment (cash up front please gentlemen) which shocked and stunned me in its ferocity and venom - if only they played football with the same passion!
The Aragon - West End.
Another quick pit stop after being refused entry into a pub that was apparently having a "private function". I personally think they realised that passions were running high in Richard and Chris and there potential to create havoc and chaos were, well, none at all really. This was a one pinter. IE one pint and off to pastures new.
Whistlers Mother - West End.
Named after the famous painting. We being piss artists thought that this would be as good a place as any to develop our artistic talents. The truth be told we were going to a pub further up the road but decided that the three minute walk was to far to go without a quick stop. At this stage Iain Hendry took the opportunity to call his girlfriend for a lift before the night descended into alcohol fueled madness.
Studio One - West End.
Byres Road's highest class establishment - this is not. It has a down to earth feel about it. Coupled with the underlying feeling that violence could erupt at any moment and you will be the target I felt quite at home here. At this point everyone started calling everyone else gay. This stemmed from a throw a way remark that I made to Harry while walking to Studio one " you carry your bag like a puff". This led to all sort of outrageous accusations about everyone sexuality which if they were true would mean us having to use the ladies toilets at the pitz. I am still a little worried about the way Harry carries his bag! Also behaving like a bunch of drunken tourists with the camera may have attracted unnecessary attention to us.
Curlers- West End.
On the short journey from Studio One to Curlers who did we encounter but Iain H still waiting for his lift. He could have squeased in at least another beer if he was thinking straight. Curlers itself is a well know boozer in Byers Road. In my student days it used to be full of junkies, scum bags, students and axe murderers. It has since went down hill! It has been turned into a pseudo trendy wanky student bar catering for Bearsden Glasgow Uni types whos parents have bought them a £70 grand West End flat. And where if you dont have a yellow card you are treated like a leper. A yellow card being a credit card sized object that allows you to purchase alcohol at non-stroke inducing prices. At this stage things become a little hazy. May have something to do with the furious consumption of beers with after-shock chasers. Also at this stage Chris was going to stop drinking because he wanted to be in a fit state to watch the cup final. However with some gentle cajoling he relented his preposterous thinking. Or it may have something to do with calling him an ass monkey! There seems to be a pattern developing here...
Chez Connelly
So back to mine for a night cap. What actually occured here is a matter of some debate. Chris being a fast food gourmet naturaly indulged his passion (and waist line). The rest of the proceedings are in the mists I'm afraid. Harry never even realised that he was at mine until informed of this! Chris was hell bent on walking home but wimped out of it as crossing the South Side wilderness into Govan at that time in the morning in a sort of rabid mouth foaming drunkeness lost its lustre. He got a cab. Saved him for getting his head kicked in and also saved him from some exercise. As for the rest of the proceedings no one can really remember - so it mast have been a good night out!!
The aftermath!
Cant comment on the other lads but I awoke so find my living room table swimming in beer. This in itself is no big thing but on this occassion also swimming in beer were my mobile phone and my mini-disc player. The phone did eventually dry out but the mini-disc is screwed.
Watching the the cup final also took on a surreal sort of air. still reeling from the night before and going to the boozer at 2 oclock to meet your mates is a recepy for disaster. Luckily I met a charming young lady to take my mind of of things but that was only after one of my friends had a 40 minute heated arguement with her which a one point had the entire pub looking over in wonder. The sight that greeted them was he and she screaming at each other while I was creased up in hysterical laughter - must have seemed very odd! Luckily my friend had a moment of clarity and descided to go home and leave us to a romantic, drunken night of beer, beer and fags - cheers mate!
So I think a good night was had by all, when all the details can be accounted for I will let you know.
Check back for the pictures - they will be here eventually once Chris gets off his arse and gets them developed.
