Still Banned From Wetherspoons?

So I got a text sometime last week inviting me out for a "goodbye" party out at Wetherspoons, or rather, 'spoons'.  Immediately I thought, "yeah, right," because of the last time I went out with the kids. Technically, it really was a goodbye pub crawl, like you do here. The Jobseekers program that pays the salary for the CS shop workers ran its course and my friends are now moving on to other things, like moving away to Coventry. This was to be the last 'hoorah'.

To this day, we still have not made it to Wetherspoons as a group. Lifetime bans have that effect, I suppose.

No. The revelers started out at Studio where I came across these fine items...

A vending machine that provides slip on flats for those tired piggies after a hard night of working it in stilettos. 

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Okay. I've never ever seen anything like that before. Excellent idea!

 Here's some samples of the footwear the ladies of the Northeast torment their feet indulge for the sake of fashion...

These particular examples of Northeast Footwear Fashion are extremely tame. Me? I was already wearing black flats. I learned my lesson the first time.

It was loud, too loud. I tried to convince these younguns that we should go someplace quieter. Some were amenable. And then some of them, who I didn't meet because of the fact that it was really loud and I couldn't be bothered anyway, decided to buy pitchers...

Good on him. He was over 7 feet tall anyway.

 I had to leave and I wasn't the only one who felt the same way. When people start drinking pitchers through a straw, it usually isn't a good harbinger of a fun night out with the lads...

So we (Laura, her boyfriend Matt, and I) moved on to...

Popped collar central...aka Varsity. Has lovely large bathrooms.

The Slug and Lettuce. Yes, that's really its name. And it is a huge place. But on certain days and times, they have really good deals like 2-for-1 cocktails. Had a very nice and spicy Bloody Mary. Bartender looked at me like I was crazy because I kept telling him, "MORE TABASCO!" I know it's a horrible picture, but what do you expect?

And then there was this guy. Still the Slug and Lettuce. Gave that chair quite the lap dance. Must've been an invisible rabbit sitting in it or something. It was Easter Eve after all.

Temperature at night was high 30s or low 40s. See the heels? And her dress is one of the longer ones. I was inadvertently flashed Britney-style at one point during the course of the night by a girl whose dress was much shorter than that pink number. 

And what was I wearing? Jeans that kept falling down (happies, dammit), Gap Favorite T-shirt (gray), Gap jacket (beige), Scarf (gray with fringe), black flats. Ponytail. And I couldn't give less of a damn that that was what I wore.

Oh and it rained too. Heh heh.

Finally, because Laura was feeling minor guilt that she was not hanging out with people she cajoled into coming out, we ended the night with all the pitcher-drinking hoodlums at Yates.  The DJ wouldn't play Sonique. Said it was too old. UH, HELLO? Ever hear of retro? Tosser. But I am now happily acquainted with these lovely songs...


and


and Lady Gaga's Born This Way which is a total rip-off of Madonna's Express Yourself...

Amirite?


I was happy to spend time with the ones I knew, happy to ignore the ones I didn't. Because I'm a Sensible Lady. Turns out that I was also Old Lady at the Club. Just like Chef says, don't bother me none.

And so, after a night of drinking a few drinks and observing the natives, I was home before midnight-thirty. To think that I was contemplating canceling so I could watch Game of Thrones.

I love bit torrent.