Slimelight last week wasn't too bad, apart from one little thing. It was a three floor special, which is supposed to mean that the ground floor is trad goth. Well, someone must've forgotten to tell the DJ that, as whatever the shite he was playing was, it sure as hell wasn't goth, trad or otherwise...
Apart from that, I had a pretty good time. Or at least I assume I did - I can't actually remember all that much... I remember bumping into a friend, who was quite surprised to learn that I knew a particular person he knows, and I remember learning that the bar is now licenced to 5 rather than 2, and I remember we finally got an hour or so of trad goth right at the end (and an apology from one of the DJs for waiting so long for it), but that's about all...
Well, fuck me ragged with a fish fork, I only got a pay rise didn't I? Despite all the signs being against it - the failure to meet bonus targets, impending sale of our business unit¹, chicken entrails, etc - I was proved wrong in my cynicism and scored 10%. Yay me! I was asked to keep it quiet, though, as by no means everyone got one. I was also moaned at about my timekeeping (just like last year), which I had to admit was fair, given that I've been single-handedly trying to redefine core hours as being 10 to 6, rather than 9:30 to 5...
1 sshhhh, super-secret, don't tell anyone
Met up with Chinese Girl on Thursday, and truly were many beers consumed. We chatted about my current situation; she expressed the opinion that I should definitely take advantage of my new-found status while I could, and that perhaps I should go speed dating, if only for the practice. I have to admit that the idea does make sense - sort of like accepting interviews for jobs you're not really fussed about to get some practice in, so you do better when it actually matters.
On the other hand, it also feels kind of sad and pathetic, but I'm sure that copious amounts of alcohol would sort that feeling right out.
So, cryptic one - this is for my benefit, not yours. A friend has been ill; she has had corrective surgery that did not go as well as could perhaps have been hoped. Shortly afterwards, she is dumped - black feelings, thoughts of suicide, but so far, so good. Remember to be there for her; you go far enough back to make that automatic, but it can't help to remind yourself occasionally.
Slimelight, the revenge
It's Saturday, I'm free, single(ish)² and over 21 - that can mean only one thing! I've exhausted my alcohol supply here³, and so it's high time I was finishing this, getting dressed and heading out to Slimelight. I managed to spend the entire time there last week without smoking (or even wanting to), so let's hope that this week sees a repeat of that. I don't normally smoke, but there's something about the combination of alcohol and my preferred genre of music that brings the recessive smoker within me to the forefront.
2 well, as good as single, at the moment
3 apart from a bunch of stuff I don't really want to drink
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