"A normal night out"
We meet at a regular bar, Have a drink and realise we get on quite well. After something to eat. I quietly inform you that although this regular bar is ok. I know of a better place to go. After some gently coaxing and reassurance, I convince you to come with me to a club that is not quite your usual. We make our way to a part of town you don't normally associate with a night out, you never knew this was a club. Wondering if it's a good idea as it does look a bit rough, You decide to go in anyway and see what sort of company I keep. As we walk in I'm greeted by the usual grunts, insults, hugs, kisses and vague greetings. We eventually make our way up to the bar. I order some drinks and walk over to a table, around the table are some freakish looking people that I call my friends. As you nervously sit down you realise they may be staring at you. You look around you, the music is very loud, the club dark and a little intimidating, you think after another half an hour you may have acquired some unwanted tattoos and multiple piercings. Now you are thinking of finding the loo and climbing out of the window, but when you get there you realise to your horror there isn't a window........ should you stay? should you go? All these people are quirky, cheeky and boistrous. They seem mostly ok. You decide to give it a chance, everybody is friendly you make some friends quite quickly. You notice someone taking something, asking politely you are told "party smarties" and realise what they mean, you always wondered what they were like. your new friend says try half "only if you feel relaxed and at ease with us. Half an hour later you realise we are all wonderful, and you are the best dancer in the world. Everybody makes sure you are OK, and you stay and have an awesome night having weird conversations and watch us all get happy and dancing like nobody is watching. When you get to know these people. In the week they are just normal people going about there normal lives doing normal things living in normal houses with normal jobs. but at the weekend come alive "VERY ALIVE" welcome to a new "NORMAL" world. And next week have another "normal" night out.
(Pill Popper Thank you Sasha Shulgin, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 11:02, 7 replies)

that sounds
exactly like Club 69 in Paisley. Quite possibly the best club in the world.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 11:32, closed)

:-)
I was going to cite Planet in Leicester..Especially on Elemental nights...

*nostalgic smiles through the tears...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 11:47, closed)

No sorry
It was written about a specific club. That sadly closed in 2007. I took my first pill there in 1998. That night converted me from alcohol to exstacy. Alcohol slows you down, sometimes brings out aggression in people. E brightens you up spins you around then makes you dance. This is a little known fact but it was originally called Empathy. Anybody who has taken it will realise why.
I miss that club and want to find another like it. I'm currently living at the other end of the country in Middlesborough. And haven't had a pill since last June. I mess em!
(Pill Popper Thank you Sasha Shulgin, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 12:02, closed)

Abbreviated version
I went out, did half a pill and now neck pills every weekend as this is the norm.
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 11:59, closed)

I was waiting for the pay off after all that intro:
something like:
I put my hand on your knee, but you don't mind. Leaning forward I brush an eyelash from your cheek, and our eyes meet... etc

Turns out the payoff of our grand night out was just drugs.
Pfff.
I won't pretend I'm not a little disappointed.
(ManekiNeko loves horses, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 13:36, closed)

maybe
but i think his sentiments are positive. The last time I was asked to go out on a 'Wahey, lets get totally pished on booze, leer at woman and generally be lewd and slightly obnoxious, but in a non aggressive way' night out, i was left feeling hollow and overwhelmingly, underwhelmed.

Surrounded by desperate, leering halfwits, battering back the alcamahol as if it was going out of fashion.

The music was so bad it doesn't deserve a description, and loud in a way that a good club never is.

The drink had NO positive attributes whatsoever, it made idiots more idiotic, perverts more perverted, twats more twattish, slappers more.....erm slapperish, bores more boring and violent idiots more violently idiotic.

I much prefer a wee drink at home, with friends of my choosing, music i like at a volume i find agreeable. I can play darts without fear of one in the face, i can go to the toilet without being begged at and i can sit down and relax, unmolested.

A good, out of the way nightclub that plays good tunes through a solid soundsystem with clientelle that don't judge you on what you wear or how you dance. People who are there to enjoy themselves as opposed to see, and be seen. People who aren't tightly devoted to any one 'scene' and are open to suggestion and new styles of music...These are the people and surroundings i prefer to spend my hard earned free time in.

Whether they take drugs or not, this is an infinitely more pleasurable night out.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 14:38, closed)

I read that....
And was convinced it's the Tudor.

And I was gonna take my date there Friday night (I'm so smooth).

After reading that though, I think I'll give it a few weeks before introducing her to my mates...
( snee held his breath since, Thu 12 Feb 2009, 8:26, closed)