So it's been a while.. as usual... but I thought i'd discuss 3 of my favourite moments of nights out in Cardiff. I don't half make a scene... I'll do it in some sort of list, no particular order but my best I think is either the Revs Kitchen... or Walkabout Stairs.. (I bet you're excited).
Here it goes:
1. Piggyback Face-plant
I used to go to alot of hockey socials in the 1st year, those of you at Uwic will understand this is a pretty heavy drinking session and doesn't end well... ever. It was after one of these, and leaving Revolutions that I found myself staggering down Queen St with my housemate, and decided it'd be a great idea to offer a piggy back to a girl and her friend (wise). Obviously only one girl went for it, and I managed approximately 4 steps before trying my very best to fall straight down to avoid A. Landing on her backwards, or B. Smashing her face into the floor.... it did unfortunately end in B. My housemate agreed to walk her home and genuinely left me asleep in the middle of the main street of Cardiff, when he rang I'd walked about 15 minutes in the wrong direction and had to come and find me. 2 years later whilst speaking to an ex-girlfriend, she explained a couple of years ago a good friend of hers tried to get a piggyback from a guy in a shirt and tie.. and ended up with a nasty graze on her face... I can't help but feel slightly responsible.
2. Revs Kitchen
So it was a fairly early start in Revolution as we'd forgotten to get queue jumps. This inevitably means that we're about as drunk at 10 oclock, as everyone else is at about 1. So we tend to get on the cocktails, but for slow drinking, and I get onto double vodka and cokes when I feel it's time to really embarass myself. I'm pretty blurry about the whole incident, however to explain, the Revs toilet upstairs is fairly close to one of the doors that leads into the Kitchen. Now the rest of the story is as explained by the bouncer that had to escort me out of Revs because I'm oblivious to the rest. I remember coming around sitting on the floor outside a shop next to Revs, the bouncer (surprisingly a nice guy) asked if I was ok. I said, yeah I think so, what did I do? Assuming I'd been kicked out for something malicious. He laughed and said, well I found you sat on the kitchen floor upstairs, refusing to leave until you got to use the urinal. Supposedly I'd convinced myself I was sitting on the toilet floor waiting for a toilet to be free and wouldn't move until I used it. Apparently I was quite stubborn and upset until he picked me up off the floor and near enough carried me down the stairs and sat me down outside.
3. Walkabout Stairs
So there are two sets of stairs to get down to the lower level of Walkabout, one set is quite wide and has large steps, the other is slightly narrower and overhangs the dancefloor below a bit. They both have a small flat section at the middle where they curve around to go down even further to the bottom floor. I'd been drinking a decent number of Jagerbombs (when they were cheap) and fancied a bit of a dance, I couldn't find anyone drunk enough upstairs to dance with me so had to venture downstairs. I knew the lift was a possibility but getting caught would probably reveal my state, so I braved the stairs. The narrow ones... terrible idea... I looked from the top to the middle section, as if it was some mammoth achievement awaiting me (it would have been). Step 1... Success... Step 2.... Success followed by over-confidence, let's miss a step. Step 3 missed.. following by probably Steps 4 to about 12... Flat on my face at the bottom of the stairs, again with a bouncer laughing at me whilst he helped me up, I played off the classic (I slipped) and it worked. I'm pretty sure I did the actual brush off shoulder movement, rearranged my clothing, continued to the next set of stairs now certain that the bouncer was the only person who'd seen it. Just to correct this matter, I managed Step 1, slid straight off Step 2, and ventured down the rest of the stairs on my arse... Ouch.
In bed, playing guitar, talking to Emma Rowe
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