This is my favourite picture from my saturday night out. It was a flat warming event for my friend Quirky to celebrate her being single, finding a smashing flat on the Barbican (she’s arrived!!) and general fabulousness.
The dressing up theme changed several times but ended up being wear whatever you like plus neon pink tights and these daft scrunchie things we got from Claire’s Accessories and a side ponytail. A bloke in the pub called me Malibu Stacey. He he he. why didn’t i think of that?
Obviously the most fun to be had was before we left the flat, hanging out of the window and laughing at people, asking them if they had been sponsored by Topshop (men in fashion cardigans) and making rude comments about the girls trying to impersonate Quality Streets (those hideous neon satin dresses from new look).
After that we ventured to The Maritime for cheap drinks. Sadly toreap this reward one has to put up with being surrounded by dim looking chav boys, a rugby team and well, quite terrifying girls. ho hum.
Sadly this resulted in being gratuitusly groped by said rugby oiks which resulted in me screaming ‘well why don’t you get a f**king life!!’ at one of them.
After many a vodka and redbull we totterd off to Annabels for a bop. This was moslty good except for the increasing number of face girls in there. By face girls i mean the ‘is that the best you can do??’ face accompanied by the looking down noses at people dancing and being silly and having a good time. Not cool.
I do recall having a VERY random conversation with a stranger about how to win back the affection of ones girlfriend after a bout of chlymidia. Nice!