Out for a few shites!

I went out into Kingston last night to meet up with some friends from Uni. I got to the club before they did, although I don't have their numbers for some thick reason, so I had no clue where they were and thought I'd end up leaving early, but they got there eventually. We went to the bar and it was about ten to fifteen minutes before I got served. I asked for two pints to save myself going back to the bar for a bit, but the lad said they'd no pint glasses right then so he was going to give me four half-pints. Not wanting to start a fuss (I know all too well what it's like running out of cups in Starbucks, and it makes it worse when customers are pricks about it), I said it was fine. So he came back with four pints. I didn't ask, and then he told me it was 10.50 (I can't find the pound sign on this American laptop). I had no idea how that worked out but I took it anyway. Not wanting to walk around with four pints (and not knowing how) I downed one at the bar and carried three to a table. I was halfway into a second when I got the shakes bad, and somehow managed to knock my own pint out of my own hand, all over my leg. Some lad shouted 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!' and I shrugged it off and started on my third.

It was a good twenty-five minutes before my friends Dan and Emma got served which is fucking madness. When they finally did we moved over to the dance floor, and I was pretty drunk at this point and was up for a dance. Pictures were taken and my crotch and arse were grabbed by my gay friend James, in the picture there. It was a gas night all in all.