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I haven't updated this for a while, largely because my youngest brother's got the connection cable-thing in his room. We'll have to clean up that computer some time - ironically, even though it's many times more powerful than this one, it's so badly kept that it's just as slow. Time for a quick "FORMAT C:". I'll steal the Internet from him eventually.
Saturday night was spent in Aberdeen, going around a few pubs with friends from around here. It took fully 20 minutes to park at the beach car park - it felt like being in a Ned troop, going round and round in a queue of other cars hunting for a space. Eventually we made it and walked across the road, only to realise that the recently-built Big W car park right next to us had about 200 spaces free. Evidently we weren't the only ones, though. We'll know for next time.
Despite Philip's complaints, we started off the evening in Siberia, a vodka bar. Unusually for Aberdeen, it was rather nice, not even being very smoky. We didn't spend long there before going across the road to Slain's Castle, as recommended to me by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mercuryanna ages ago. It's not bad either - a medieval-themed pub.
It was there that I nearly started drinking. I realised, while looking at the leaflet for the Seven Deadly Sins cocktails, that during nights out I usually get more and more wound down and tired while everyone else keeps going (and going and going and going) because of the alcohol. Strange, seeing as alcohol is supposed to be a depressant, now I come to think of it, but that doesn't matter. It was pointed out a while ago that I just "sit there miserably" when I'm in the Union - it seems I start off well enough but sometimes feel left out later on, when I'm just wanting to go to bed while others are just getting started. Another thing is that with my teetotal reputation, I come across as being too preachy or holier-than-thou... I was surprised when I was told that as well, but I'm not looking for apologies - it's my fault if that happened. I never looked at myself and realised... the same for a few other things as well.
I didn't start, though, I had a mug of hot chocolate (served by an even hotter woman, as Dave Moore pointed out) instead. Maybe caffeine would be a good substitute.
We stopped off briefly at Jumping Jaks (at least, I think that's how it's spelled) to meet a friend of Zoe's who never appeared. Would it be doing it injustice to describe it as a hellish place? - eardrum-torturously loud music, unbearable heat. Rather than even trying to be heard above the thumping beat we communicated by typing out messages on a mobile phone and passing it around the group - so they can be handy after all. The only advantage was the number of bunny girls around... er, I mean there were no advantages.
The next destination was the RGU Union, which isn't nearly as good as the St Andrews one even though they had some rather good music as choices on the jukebox. We didn't spend long there, instead going across to another converted church-style place that I can't remember the name of. (Philip kept commenting on how exactly like the pub from Deus Ex it was, so maybe that'll help.) That was how you'd expect a pub in Aberdeen to be - smoky and full of neds. I know I complain about cigarette smoke a lot, but that's one thing I feel I have a right to do - what possesses people to do it? As well as making my clothes smell like I've been thrown on to a bonfire, it seems such a waste when I see a nice girl with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
I had to go and get the car from the beach after that, as Zoe couldn't walk all the way down there. Honestly - women and their shoes. After delivering everyone to the right addresses I finally got home. Well, the entry's already got past the length where Richard will complain about it, but I'll carry on anyway. Nothing here's really deserving of a Cut.
Yesterday it was another trip down to St Andrews, for Amanda's 20th. After waiting for a while at the house for people, we set off down to the New Hall car park to meet Paul, and were joined by Chris on the way, who had recognised my massive jacket from two miles away. It was good to see you again, Chris - and remember, 108 days isn't that long.
Having met up, we walked along the beach, smacking tennis balls back and forward with a padded bat. I also found a rather grotty old rubber ball as well, which Paul very nearly smashed in to my testicles at high speed at one point. Careful of those, they're almost new - just one lady owner... er, let's just forget this joke, shall we?
After hitting the rubber ball out to sea, we waited for Iain and headed back to find that it had been washed up on the beach again. Paul did the job properly this time, and we left for Amanda's again before it could follow us. We had a meal at the Grill House, at least I think that's what it's called... it felt rather inappropriate ordering a pizza at a sophisticated place like that, but I did so anyway. I just managed to get through the gigantic thing, and hiccuped my way back to the house with the group.
We watched a bit from Labyrinth while we were there... Paul kept complaining how rubbish it was despite its obvious similarity to Knightmare. Led to a discussion on whether watching "Labyrinth" or "The Princess Bride" is worse.
Allyson and I didn't spend long at the beach afterwards, but I had the chance to play the only bit of Iron Maiden that I know on Paul's guitar (the intro to Sign of the Cross). I should try and learn more on the guitar, in fact, but I'll need to find a pair of pliers to tune mine first as one of the handles on the pegs has come off somehow. There's bound to be one in the depths of my jacket.
I felt strangely tired when I eventually arrived back home after my dad dropped off Allyson in Alford (with a silent L)... maybe just the result of staying up later the last night. Next time I'll try and persuade my way in to taking the car down myself, though it's understandable that my mum's reluctant as I've only really been driving for about five months despite having got my licence a year ago. It never really occurred to me that I was an early starter, but you can't really get much earlier. After all, a double roundabout is just a very ordinary roundabout with another roundabout at the end.
Well, I got up at two with a very sore neck and made myself a mug of burnt chocolate (it's like hot chocolate, only you seriously cock it up when you make it) before writing all this out, which took one track short of an entire Somewhere In Time to type.
Saturday night was spent in Aberdeen, going around a few pubs with friends from around here. It took fully 20 minutes to park at the beach car park - it felt like being in a Ned troop, going round and round in a queue of other cars hunting for a space. Eventually we made it and walked across the road, only to realise that the recently-built Big W car park right next to us had about 200 spaces free. Evidently we weren't the only ones, though. We'll know for next time.
Despite Philip's complaints, we started off the evening in Siberia, a vodka bar. Unusually for Aberdeen, it was rather nice, not even being very smoky. We didn't spend long there before going across the road to Slain's Castle, as recommended to me by
mercuryanna ages ago. It's not bad either - a medieval-themed pub.It was there that I nearly started drinking. I realised, while looking at the leaflet for the Seven Deadly Sins cocktails, that during nights out I usually get more and more wound down and tired while everyone else keeps going (and going and going and going) because of the alcohol. Strange, seeing as alcohol is supposed to be a depressant, now I come to think of it, but that doesn't matter. It was pointed out a while ago that I just "sit there miserably" when I'm in the Union - it seems I start off well enough but sometimes feel left out later on, when I'm just wanting to go to bed while others are just getting started. Another thing is that with my teetotal reputation, I come across as being too preachy or holier-than-thou... I was surprised when I was told that as well, but I'm not looking for apologies - it's my fault if that happened. I never looked at myself and realised... the same for a few other things as well.
I didn't start, though, I had a mug of hot chocolate (served by an even hotter woman, as Dave Moore pointed out) instead. Maybe caffeine would be a good substitute.
We stopped off briefly at Jumping Jaks (at least, I think that's how it's spelled) to meet a friend of Zoe's who never appeared. Would it be doing it injustice to describe it as a hellish place? - eardrum-torturously loud music, unbearable heat. Rather than even trying to be heard above the thumping beat we communicated by typing out messages on a mobile phone and passing it around the group - so they can be handy after all. The only advantage was the number of bunny girls around... er, I mean there were no advantages.
The next destination was the RGU Union, which isn't nearly as good as the St Andrews one even though they had some rather good music as choices on the jukebox. We didn't spend long there, instead going across to another converted church-style place that I can't remember the name of. (Philip kept commenting on how exactly like the pub from Deus Ex it was, so maybe that'll help.) That was how you'd expect a pub in Aberdeen to be - smoky and full of neds. I know I complain about cigarette smoke a lot, but that's one thing I feel I have a right to do - what possesses people to do it? As well as making my clothes smell like I've been thrown on to a bonfire, it seems such a waste when I see a nice girl with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
I had to go and get the car from the beach after that, as Zoe couldn't walk all the way down there. Honestly - women and their shoes. After delivering everyone to the right addresses I finally got home. Well, the entry's already got past the length where Richard will complain about it, but I'll carry on anyway. Nothing here's really deserving of a Cut.
Yesterday it was another trip down to St Andrews, for Amanda's 20th. After waiting for a while at the house for people, we set off down to the New Hall car park to meet Paul, and were joined by Chris on the way, who had recognised my massive jacket from two miles away. It was good to see you again, Chris - and remember, 108 days isn't that long.
Having met up, we walked along the beach, smacking tennis balls back and forward with a padded bat. I also found a rather grotty old rubber ball as well, which Paul very nearly smashed in to my testicles at high speed at one point. Careful of those, they're almost new - just one lady owner... er, let's just forget this joke, shall we?
After hitting the rubber ball out to sea, we waited for Iain and headed back to find that it had been washed up on the beach again. Paul did the job properly this time, and we left for Amanda's again before it could follow us. We had a meal at the Grill House, at least I think that's what it's called... it felt rather inappropriate ordering a pizza at a sophisticated place like that, but I did so anyway. I just managed to get through the gigantic thing, and hiccuped my way back to the house with the group.
We watched a bit from Labyrinth while we were there... Paul kept complaining how rubbish it was despite its obvious similarity to Knightmare. Led to a discussion on whether watching "Labyrinth" or "The Princess Bride" is worse.
Allyson and I didn't spend long at the beach afterwards, but I had the chance to play the only bit of Iron Maiden that I know on Paul's guitar (the intro to Sign of the Cross). I should try and learn more on the guitar, in fact, but I'll need to find a pair of pliers to tune mine first as one of the handles on the pegs has come off somehow. There's bound to be one in the depths of my jacket.
I felt strangely tired when I eventually arrived back home after my dad dropped off Allyson in Alford (with a silent L)... maybe just the result of staying up later the last night. Next time I'll try and persuade my way in to taking the car down myself, though it's understandable that my mum's reluctant as I've only really been driving for about five months despite having got my licence a year ago. It never really occurred to me that I was an early starter, but you can't really get much earlier. After all, a double roundabout is just a very ordinary roundabout with another roundabout at the end.
Well, I got up at two with a very sore neck and made myself a mug of burnt chocolate (it's like hot chocolate, only you seriously cock it up when you make it) before writing all this out, which took one track short of an entire Somewhere In Time to type.
