Welly welly well then. It’s been a busy few weeks. Since pumpkin day, I’ve seen lots of people.
First of all, Elisa’s mum, brother and brother’s girlfriend came over to visit. We went to York, and even hung around outside the castle for a bit. We had a race up the stairs which was exciting, mainly because the rain and duck shit had formed a slippery paste all over each step. We also went into the cathedral, where I lit a candle and bought a poppy for Elisa to wear. It was the least she could do.
Since then, it’s mainly been nights out that have filled my calendar.
First we went out..I don’t remember why, but we went out.
Then I decided I would condense a months or two’s drinking into four nights in a row. In freshers we would do this with ease, but now I am old and tired and it was horrific.
Wednesday night me, Brad and Jon went to see Yuck at Leadmill. They were amazing. Really incredible. (that’s my music reviewing background there). We went to Soyo for a few drinks afterwards.
Devestatingly, it turns out Yuck went to Corp, which I didn’t. My housemate Adonis was chilling with them and went back to a house with them. A small part of me died from sheer jealousy.
The next night, Thursday, it was roogaz social. This involved our entire rugby team dressing up as ballerinas. We met for a few drinks in a pub in Broomhill, then walked into town in our outfits after purchasing a bottle of choice from the shop. After a quick game of ‘danger can’, we headed to Beehive on West Street. Beehive sponsor the team so we repaid them by going and drinking a lot. The best moment of the night for me was when we walked in and a local gentleman spotted our tutus from the corner of his eye.
‘Oh yes!’
Realisation.
‘Oh shit, they’re blokes!’
I spoke to him later and he seemed like a very nice man. Saying ‘Oh yes’ to a group of girls is considered witty and charming in Sheffield.
Next we went to Vodka Revs.
Hung around a bit being big men. Interesting how this photographer decided to cut our tutus from the frame.
The last bar we went to was Basement, who are also our sponsors. They recently provided us with some fetching training tops. In return for their generosity, we made Tom drink everything in there. He fell asleep in his ballerina outfit.
And that was it, really. Except it wasn’t. We finished the night by running through the streets of Sheffield and arriving at Plug, a big place with confusing doors. We had many cheap drinks and I’m not entirely sure when or how I left.
Friday night, Will Miller came up. We went out to one of our union nights and again, I’m ashamed to say certain people got very drunk. We had to carry Sam home, he didn’t take a single step on his own. Me and Will are still convinced that he could have walked.
The next night we went to the union again. It was all high jinks and whatnot until soon after leaving, when there was some kind of scuffle with some chaps. I’m not sure what happened or why, but what I do know is that Will came in and rugby tackled someone who was ripping their shirt off and running towards me. I ended up walking around with a black eye for a week, which isn’t fair really, as mass brawling has never been my thing.
Everything is back to its normal self now. I’m off to uni in a little while, and I’m planning what protein-rich food to have for tea. Football tonight, playing for the infamous Liam Mceaneaney FC. I won’t post our stats until the end of the season, I think it will be funnier for everybody that way.
