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Student Story Time: Clubs- The Good, The Bad and The Drunk

This is a special sort of Student Story Time as this is going to be a mish mash of stories I’ve heard as well as what I have witnessed at clubs. I’ve been going out quite a bit lately and so okaythese stories have been accumulating for a while and some are being used in my latest short story.

First things first I went to an event called Crisis a couple of weeks and goddamn was it an interesting night. My friend N (That’s what I will call her because a lot of these stories include her) got very pissed at prinks and proceeded to shoot around like a helium balloon that’s been let go of.

That is an accurate description of her energy I think.

On the bus into the city she drunk messaged her mum – whose in Malaysia by the way- and me being a good friend did damage control to reduce the amount of worrying on her mothers part. I responded pretending to be N and lied, saying that a drunk friend had gotten her phone. I am a good friend *pats own back*

After that, I had to convince N that getting into the club was actually a drama assessment and that she had to pass it, I even told her that one of our old drama teachers was going to be on the door as one of the bouncers! She was so drunk that this was the only way of getting her in, otherwise she was going to get kicked out for being too drunk.

The night then proceeded of her dashing around the place, me losing her, me doing one too many tequila shots getting bumped by someone at the bar and spitting the shot out all over the bartender.

I also fell down the stairs that night and still have bruised knees as well as I got asked if I wanted to go home with a random guy. I told him nope and that I was going to continue with my terrible dancing – to which he then responded saying that I wasn’t bad and that he had been watching me all night.

Creep alert.

drunkAlso this is how you know how drunk I am- when the slut dropping comes out to play. Don’t worry guys and gals it was only with my close friend Holly and was funny as heck.

When I got back (N got kicked out so I went back with her flat mates- I was staying at hers) she was crawling on the floor with nothing but her top and underwear on and asking us all if we could see her underwear.

I told you she was pissed.

And then there’s the run down on her snap chat – N with her head bleeding from hitting it on the side of her bedside table, N in the shower – fully clothed, N racing C on campus when drunk… and it goes on and on…

But yes that’s that story. Then there’s the weekend that just passed and the funnest prinks that I think I’ve ever had. There is photographic evidence of me picking up Freya and swinging her around and Ian doing the same but with Alex. Yes, ladies and gents my anti-social club hating boyf actually came out for a night on the town!

There was a lot of falling over involved on that night and a lot of 90s/ 2000s music going around. But me and Alex came back early and therefore missed the messy end of the night which seems to always occur (nothing too bad just drunkenness).drunkwinegame-of-thrones

The final prominent memory from drunk nights out would be that which occurred on Friday night when I went out with Molly and all of her Science pals.

It was a memorable night for lots of reasons, Molly’s poor attempt to queue skip, being rained on lots, people getting kicked out of Spoons…

But the starring moment was that when one of the guys randomly got his balls out in our kitchen and our good ol’ friend Liv walked in and saw them when everyone else had looked away.

Yes that happened.

So there you go ladies and gents. A student story time special! You’re either laughing right now or sitting there tutting and vowing that you will never drink again for fear that similar fates await you.

Ta ta for now!

-E xxx

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Short Story: Nostalgic Love

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The wind blew her long red tresses behind her back as she walked the ever so familiar trail around her old stomping ground.

The nostalgia hit her like a truck, and she was taken back to her university days and the evenings they had spent out getting wasted at the nearby pub.

So many fun nights and adventures. Everything was easier when your friends had been just a stones throw away.

And now she was back, five years since finishing her degree. She had been coming back home from an out of town work trip when she saw the exit on the motorway. Forgoing all rational thoughts she indicated left and turned off.

And now here she was.

She had a sudden flash back to their nights out clubbing, where they would all dance together and then he would grab her attention, standing out against all the masses of people. And it always ended up being just the two of them dancing at the end of the night.

She was thinking this as she walked into the old pub, her heeled black boots making the floor boards groan underfoot appearing to agree with her that yes, a lot of time had passed.

And yet it felt exactly the same.

What was she doing here though? She walked up to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. She downed it all in one as she watched a young couple flirt and chat together in the corner. They twisted their hands together and as the music played they leaned in close to each other, whispering and laughing as they drank each other up.

Her life since then had been one of a divorcee, no children and with an empty void to fill. She wandered what it was like to feel that thrill of new love or even lust again…

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“Aurora!” He yelled from across the bar. I wobbled over, feeling the alcohol having gone to my head. I was a light weight as per usual.

I tripped and fell into him, and grabbed his hand. I looked up into his deep hazel eyes and felt butterflies tumble around my stomach. His gaze was intense, and it felt like the most sober and dawning moment that either of us had ever experienced.

I brushed the event off and realised that I had been staring at the two teens for a little too long. The whole affair had been silly, he had lived in Scotland and I was down in Chelsea. And we had both been seeing different people, he had a long distance relationship going and I had gone to university with my childhood sweetheart.

The only time either of us had acted on the mutual feelings that we’d had for each other was at a club, alone and in a dark corner when with the adrenaline flowing through our bloodstreams mixing and mingling with the alcohol we had been consuming all night long, we leaned in and kissed.

I remembered the shadows dancing off of his pale and freckly face, as he smirked adoringly down at me. And in that instant everything had been perfect until a curt voice sliced through the silence and like a deafening screech drew our brief rendezvous to an end.

“Smile!” Off went a flash as one of the annoying club photographers snapped a picture. Our guilty faces were caught on camera, frozen in time.

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“Can I get you another, lady?” I enquired from behind the bar as I wiped down the surfaces with a beer soaked cloth.

I only looked up when I heard a muffled gasp and had to stifle my own when I came face to face with the one girl I thought I would never see again after graduation.

“Raphael?” She asked hesitantly, her eyes were the same green they had been all those years ago. They were just as big and bright and although she had clearly matured, she was just as sultry and hopelessly tempting as before.

Her hair was still unruly and long, swishing around her hips like a fierce mane. And I felt myself transported to all the years we had spent together and the abrupt farewell that we had both felt obligated to have.

I realised that I still hadn’t replied and with a jolt I snapped back into the situation at hand.

“Hi! Long time no see!” I blurted out, and saw her eyebrows raise in surprise at my nervous manner. I had never been a shy guy but rather the opposite with a confident disposition and quite a loud mouth.

Oh shit, I thought to myself. Here I am behind a bar, still in the same city and town where we went university. I felt the need to explain myself rather than look as though I was hopelessly stuck in the past.

“So you’re a bartender now? I didn’t realise you worked here, I was just on the motor way and thought I’d drop by this place for old times sake,” She gulped down her second gin and tonic, and I too decided to pour myself one even if I was technically on the job.

There was an awkward silence, and then the unifying clink of our glasses as we set the down on the counter at the same time.

“Yeah, well it was more I went into becoming a lawyer and found it incredibly boring so came back here and bought this place. I’m my own boss now.” I replied and watched her eyes light up and that familiar half smile dance across her lips.

“I am so jealous of you, we had so many great memories here. I guess I really missed this place and just wanted to come back to it to be honest with you. Life’s been… tough…” She trailed off and fidgeted with her finger, where I noticed a tan line from where a wedding ring had obviously once been.

My heart jumped a little and all the things I had never said and done came flooding into my mind as her face blushed a deep red.

“Well, have a nice evening. I didn’t mean to bore you Raph I was just passing through. But I’m glad things are going well for you and that you’re all settled now.” She stood and walked towards the door. My mouth was fully agape and I got deja vu to the last time that she had walked out of my life.

Without thinking, I hopped over the counter and dashed out the door after her. She was standing in the street with shivering in the rain as she attempted to find her car.

I heard her grumbling under her breath.

“So… so stupid! You idiot! Of course he’s settled. Of course he’s doing well. I should have never walked in there.” She berated herself under her breath.

Silently, and in that joking way that I used to do to her at uni- I crept up behind her and wrapped my arms tight around her and shook as hard as I could.

She let out a little yelp, her body going rigid before relaxing into me. She giggled girlishly and twisting around they both melded into one.

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It was like no time had passed, and as though the two most identifiable landmarks in their lives had merged into one perfect moment.

THE END.

Hi guys, it’s me here and I was just leaving this little note to apologise for being absent for so long but that hopefully I’ll be spitting out more short stories in the run up to Christmas. So far I have completed two! I hope everyone’s having a lovely Christmas and just wanted to remind everyone to jump on every opportunity they can! :)xxx – picture credit : found from Wikihow online. 

 

 

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Feel Good Everyday: Dead Sea by the Lumineers

Okay so my first pick of the day would be the song Dead Sea by the Lumineers. I know just from the title you might not understand why this song speaks to me as much as it does but hang on in there and let me explain.

The message to me would be that the dead sea is full of salt, so the reason he see’s the name as a compliment and not an insult would be the fact that people float in the dead sea. Kind of like he’s her life support, the only thing keeping her above water.

And I love that simple message.

Like the Dead Sea
You told me I was like the Dead Sea
You’ll never sink when you are with me
Oh Lord, like the Dead Sea
Whoa, I’m like the Dead Sea
The finest words you ever said to me
Honey can’t you see,
I was born to be, be your Dead Sea

Another reason I love this song would be the fact that it feels as though the singer is basically telling you that it’s okay to run away and do whatever you want. The rhythm of the song is slow and soothing and one that often accompanies me on long walks on my own. It reminds me of summer time and also that despite all the stuff that I might be going for it reminds me of the important people that I have in my life.

You told me you were good at running away
Domestic life, it never suited you like a suitcase
You left with just the clothes on your back
You took the rest when you took the map

Again, I find the idea of running away exhilarating, having the courage to up sticks and leave has always appealed to me and in times when I have felt my very lowest reminded me that hey if things don’t work out I can always jump on a plane and go somewhere where they will. The future is a constant motivator.

Yes, there are times we live for somebody else
Your father died and you decided to live

This line is melancholy but also true, sometimes we stick around at the expense of others and I’m not saying that’s wrong just that sometimes we get so used to other peoples needs and aspirations that we forget about our own. I really aspire to go travel the world a year or two after I finish university and the idea of getting tied down by jobs and logistics terrifies me or what if my partner decides they don’t want to join me?

But the line “decided to live” reminds me that experiences are better than regrets.

Okay and this last quote is what I will leave you with;

I’ve been down, I’ve been defeated
You’re the message I was heeding
Would you stay,
Would you stay the night?

The idea of having that one other person in the world that needs you just as much as you need them hits scarily close to home in my case. So often I have felt the lowest of lows and all I have to do is either talk it out with Alex, Kathryn or Beth and I feel so much better. Laughs and giggles are what life lacks sometimes and appreciating and giving credit where credit is due is always good.

But to be more precise my friend Ciara is probably the biggest reason this last verse speaks to me. She came and picked me up off the kitchen floor and got me back to being myself.

Anyway here’s the video so you can have a listen for yourself and please let me know what you think of this new segment. I find that songs remind us of memories, ones that often get overcast with negative events and things.

Comment your suggested songs or even do something similar on your own blog!

-E