Went to Leadmill, a club in Sheffield, for the first time in about three years. As the last time I went there I had to leave my shoes behind, not out of choice, they just stuck to the floor.
However, last night was extremely fun. I came home minus money only, not shoes! Scoreeeee.
And this is where today's funny episode begins...
Whilst tearing it up on the dance-floor, flailing my arms with gay abandon, a group of people next to us, actually, no, a group of extremely drunken people next to us, were tottering around in ridiculously high heels.
It was all fun and games until someone trying to get past accidentally knocked one of the 'vodka bottles' over. She then proceeded to stagger to her feet, tear after the guy and punch him repeatedly, then fall over again. Classy. Then she walked away, during the moment of her exit, a boy in a wheel chair rolls into the middle of the 'fight' unfortunately for him, not having a clue that there was a fight even happening.
At this point the girl realises she hasn't finished, she wants blood. So she runs back to hit the guy... then trips over the guy in the wheelchair. Oh how I laughed.
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