New Year

Ok, I am so glad I went out last night.  Town was dead.  No one went out to celebrate.  Me and my friend were the only two people on the dance floor just prior to midnight.  Big Ben starts chiming and a few more came to join us, but then they soon cleared off again.  Still, we had a laugh.  And I’m so glad my friend could make it as she’d been really ill the day before.  She was determined to go out though, so I owe her one I think.  Anyway, despite town being dead, we managed to meet some random people.

First random person: He kept telling us to smile.  Why?  I was smiling I thought.  Or is my dancing face not good?  Perhaps I look miserable as hell while trying to dance.  I hope not.  And besides, the place was dead.  My mate and me were the only two people on the dance floor.  It was crap.

Second random person: While I was waiting for my taxi home, we met a one-eyed man who had been thrown out of the casino.  I didn’t ask why he’d been thrown out of the casino, but his story about how he’d lost the eye made me nervous enough.  Apparently his brother had been about to stab his wife in front of his nine kids (or something), and one-eyed man had hauled him back and had his eye ripped out instead.  Nice.  He gave some nice detail as well.  Bet my friend appreciated that given her stomach was still feeling a bit dodgy.  I didn’t appreciate it over much I have to say.  Needless to say I was relived when his taxi arrived.

Third random person: Some poor drunk bloke stumbled into the taxi office, trying to bribe his way to an instant lift home.  It didn’t work, given the wait for taxi’s was ages.  It was New Year after all.  Anyway, he sits down all glum, gets out his phone and starts texting away.  He then makes a call I can only assume was to a girlfriend.  He was pleading and promising that he would be home soon, and trying to explain the ridiculous wait times for a taxi when the person on the other end obviously hung up.  He looked crushed, and stumbled outside looking like he was about to cry.  He vanished shortly after that.  Oh dear. 

Bouncer Lady: Was scared of a guy in a stormtrooper costume and came into the taxi office to hide until he’d gone.  Bless her.

It was a good night.  And I witnessed a little bit of madness too.  And for once I was not the mad person.  Yay.  Definitely a good night. 

Happy New Year by the way.