10 JULY 2005. SUNDAY. 07:49PM.
Interesting self-imposed responsible friday night drinks at the Flying Scotsman and even more interesting i stayed past 1am drinking nothing in the last 3 hours. Thats not to say you can't have fun sober in a pub, you choose your hangout mate (in this case, a non-drinking, non-smoking bahai), chat a little, gossip a little, people-watch alot and then get mistaken for pill pushers (HILARIOUS!!). Sorry mate, we ran out. I guess people would think the 2 most sober people in the velvet lounge would know where to get drugs, afterall, i was clutching my enormous purple sparkly tote bag which i supposed could be filled with bags and bags of ecstasy. And matt sitting stoned-faced beside me could pass off as the pimpified dealer. Sadly the entertainment factor wasn't up to speed, despite a very promising start to the night, halfway thru' the band had a power surge and lost all of its pre-recorded beats and had to quickly switch to acoustic and it basically went downhill after that. I give them ten thousand points for not losing the plot! Time to get myself back into bed ... this chickie has been hit with the fever bug.
