Just dance, gonna be okay!
I hate bus journeys with a passion! Not only was I slightly hungover earlier today, I had to wait 2 hours for my bus to take me back to Fife then after 2 hours of being on the bus I had to change for another bus which took a further 45 minutes. It’s fair to say I’m no longer hungover but it was a horrible journey.
I had to laugh because as I waited at the Ferrytoll Park and Ride, my best friend Sarah was on the Edinburgh bus going in the opposite direction so I was able to see her as the bus briefly pulled into the station. We just waved to each other like a bunch of idiots and texted each other going ‘lolol’. Good times.
So my night out in Edinburgh with Caley was fun although our plans had to change. I arrived in the Ferry late afternoon and after catching up on the latest gossip and seeing Caley’s newborn baby sister, we began to get ready for a night uptown. Our original plan was to go to Hive because it was a Rocky Horror/Cabaret themed night and with £1 drinks, we couldn’t refuse. I changed into my leather ‘fetish’ corset, black shorts, fishnet tights, knee high pvc fetish boots and wore my pink wig and mini tophat accessorised with my Tarina Tarantino necklace. Although Caley started off by wearing a corset, she changed into jeans and a crop top due to the sheer fact it was more comfortable.
We were joined by Caley’s friend Nick who I had met at previous visits and we quickly guzzled into a 70cl of vodka and lemonade. Heading for the bus just before 10pm, it didn’t take long until we were glittering under the capital’s city lights. Unfortunatly Caley had lost her passport at a party the night previous and as it was her only form of ‘official’ photo idenification we were a bit weary about getting into the club. She had her old passport which was outdated and had been snipped at the corners but it was still obvious the photo was her. She also brought along her birth certificate and bank cards to prove her age. Acceptable, yea?
We arrived at Hive and immediatly Caley was knocked back by the bouncer at the door denying her entry into the club for not having a valid ID. My ID was accepted which I couldn’t really understand because I was wearing a short pink wig and looked nothing like my photo! We dondered down the road towards Opium, another bar/club and the bouncers on the door accepted her ID without an issue. We explained the situation to the nice bouncer on the door as Caley and Nick had a cigarette and he agreed that it was stupid that she would be denied entry. We weren’t going to let it get us down, we were out to have a fun night and that we did. I just felt a bit ‘over-dressed’ for a Tuesday night.
A street promoter managed to persuade us to go to Sin, a club which was located right next door to Opium. Free entry and £2 drinks, we’re easily pleased. It wasn’t long until the three of us were up on the dancefloor, bustin’ a move through the fog and neon lights. I think the large consumption of vodka previously was beneficial as it meant we didn’t have to order as many drinks but it’s fair to say we were pretty drunk.
While Caley and Nick went outside to smoke (again!), I was left to occupy the table and our belongings. I got chatting to a guy who sat almost next to me who said I looked amazing as he looked quite obviously at my cleavage. I believe those types of men are called perverts but he was being civil so I couldn’t be mean. He explained he was out because it was his friends stag night, pointing me to his friend who sat next to him, a chinese man in his late 20′s/early 30′s who looked like he didn’t want to be out clubbing. He offered to buy me a drink to which I declined (I keep telling you I’m a clever, street wise kitty) and drifted off to the bar. I moved over to the chinese guy, congratulating him and told him to try and enjoy his night out. He said that I would be loved by all the guys in the clubs back in China and I’m sure he said I looked like a hentai character. Well that’s a compliment, I guess.
Typically Lady Gaga (or The Gaga if your my Dad) played and everyone was up on their feet, ourselves included. To be honest I only recall Lady Gaga playing and no, it’s not because I was ‘really’ drunk. Another rememberable part of the evening was this guy who was sitting by himself in the corner. I went over and sat on his knee (as you do) and he explained that he had just turned 18, his friends has brought up out but he wasn’t feeling good. I gave him a hug and told him to cheer up but suddenly I felt something proding and poking into me. Yep, he had a boner. I wasn’t amused and just walked away.
We had to quickly leave the club because Nick’s dad was picking us up at 2am and time had just flown by. His dad has an awesome australian accent so I was in the backseat with a big cheesy grin while Caley was whytaeing into a plastic bag to which she threw out the window into the street. It was literally a sick bag ;3
After getting dropped off back in the Ferry, Caley and I just had to walk down the hill to her house. We both had the hiccups and because we were drunk, it just caused us to laugh even more. We must of looked like right retards! Finally we got into bed (yes, we sleep together, it’s pretty amazing) and I heard Caley retching. “Caley, you being sick again?” was quickly followed up with a “Yeah, a little bit!”
As per usual, a good night! I love my visits in the city, it sure beats the bitchiness of Anstruther.
