St. Patricks Day 2007: The Aftermath
It's been almost 2 weeks since St. Paddy's day, and I can confirm that I had a belter of a weekend! The fun started when Gareth and Rob both came down to Brighton on the Friday evening (although one was much tardier than the other), when we decided to get a curry and some beer, and have a relatively quiet one, in preparation for paintballing the following morning. A short few hours of sleep later we awoke fresh with the knowledge that we'd spend the next half a day shooting people in the name of fun. We picked up Tim & Chris, and eventually found the place I'd like to fondly name "The Killing Fields".
It turned out that the five of us made quite a team! Gareth, Rob & I are getting relatively experienced at the game now, and I'm more than comfortable with covering someone in paint without feeling much in the way of guilt, which meant we had the upper hand when it came to tactics and bravery. Gareth was on fine form as usual, paving the way and mercilessly taking out opposing members of the team, while being more than happy to follow tactical instructions where necessary. We ended up winning all the games we played; a fine example being the attack/defence map early on in the morning.
Our team took the first go at defending, and with the enemy constantly attacking our base with infinite respawns, we lasted over 7 minutes before our last defender was tagged. Once the tables were turned, however, a massacre ensued. It took our team very slightly over 2 minutes to obliterate their team, culminating in a textbook left sweep by myself and a few other team-members which cut the few remaining stragglers in the base right in two. Take that, Yellow Team! It'd be really tempting to play more often, but it's such an expensive activity - half a day cost us just over £50 each. Ouch.
As we were leaving, a call came from the nice northern chap who was delivering our new television, who informed us he'd be dropping the monster off in a matter of minutes. I patiently dabbed the clutch in heavy traffic until we were home; the delivery driver had beaten us to it, and the biggest box in the world was sitting in the kitchen with the words "High Definition" boldly printed on the side. I hastily set the telly up while the other guys showered (not together, you understand), and basked in every one of the forty-two inches of radiation the television had to offer. As you can probably tell: I like the telly.
All that had come previously in the day, however, was just a warmup- an hor'd'oeuvre of fun, if you like, which only served to make the main course of entertainment that much tastier. The main course, you ask? Guiness, and lots of it!
We started slow - after all, we're not complete alcoholics, and all knew first-hand the effects of peaking too early. We had a leisurely lunch, and clinked together the first of many pints of Guiness for the evening. Slow and steady, we made our way along Western Road, further into Brighton, and further away from the glowing radiation of the telly now proudly in the living room in deepest, darkest Hove. We hit many places - The Providence, The Atlas Bar/Lounge, The Temple Bar, The Pull & Pump - more pubs starting with 'The' than I've ever been to in one night! Suffice to say, we easily made the requisite 4 pint limit, and redeemed our tokens for more than our fair share of hats somewhere near The Clock Tower. I think she gave us about 11 hats in total, each head retainer representing the hard work we had done to ensure Guiness stays a profitable company for yet another year.
Things start to get a bit hazy after the hats were donned, although I do remember being in Wetherspoons, Yates' (shudder), Alley Cats, where drinking games made everyone feel jolly, The Mash-tun, and Valentino's, a very small wine bar next to The Theatre Royal where you have to be awfully posh and sober to get into. I'm neither posh, and was definitely not sober, but managed to get in thanks to a drunken, ingenius plan required a real team effort to pull off.
It's inevitable that after lots of bars a club most follow, and a very large and rather boisterous club did indeed follow: Creation. This weekend really makes me seem like a chav - Wetherspoons, Yates', and now Creation? You'd be understood for wanting to close your Intenet browser and never return to this site for reading of such tales, but seriously, Creation is...well...fun! Obviously it would not do well to frequent the place weekend after weekend, but once in a while it can be good, especially when Tim is working the poles, the music is danceable, and everyone around you is having a laugh. Believe me, I was surprised at the place as you are!
We stayed in the club until the wee hours, and decided to head home for some food and some Burnout. One soggy walk and a ketchup-laden Cheeseburger later we were home and burning up the XBox on the new telly. I did my best to stay up, but my eyes grew ever-heavy and I was forced to retire to the budoir at around the five A.M mark.
A few hours later we arose, groggy but in high spirits, and hit Billy's for a posh fry-up. It stopped the hangover related head-pain for a few hours, and after wandering around on the Pier like tourists for a while I started to feel decidedly worse for wear. We had a quick coffee, found our way back to the flat, and all of a sudden, the weekend was over - Gareth and Rob had to leave. I had an absolutely lovely time, and can't thank my two buddies enough for making their way all the way down to Brighton. Good times.
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