Wednesday night is usually one of the better nights of the week. It signifies the 'hump' of the working week has been traversed, leaving only 2 days left to slog it out until the weekend.
Also historically (for my tastes anyway) its a good night for TV, with either the Apprentice or Dragon's Den providing a bit of trash... any excuse to lie on the sofa with a bottle of bud really!
Last Wednesday however, a new precedence was set. Pizza was eaten, cocktails (& beer, & waaayyy too many shots) were imbibed, and much dancing was had. All thanks to Manchester & its glorious 'village' - every night of the week there's clubs with glamourous drag-queens (who use the female toilets by the way - something I had never previously thought of) sashaying to the most fabulous of disco music...
However the club we picked was a little different. Gone was the glamour of men in immaculately applied lipstick, and slashed to the thigh gowns. Gone was the 70's retro-tastic music. In its place was a deranged chuckle-brother lookalike (although on second thoughts, it really could have been one of them), trying to buy us all wine, & flirt with both the male & female members of the group. Wine we drank, and the cha-cha slide we danced - once we shook off the attentions of Mr chuckle.
You know what? Strange & slightly naff as it all was - it was brilliant. Experience has proved yet again that the most unexpected, random night outs, even with people who you don't know very well, tend to be the most fun ones of all.
Cheers to that!
Also historically (for my tastes anyway) its a good night for TV, with either the Apprentice or Dragon's Den providing a bit of trash... any excuse to lie on the sofa with a bottle of bud really!
Last Wednesday however, a new precedence was set. Pizza was eaten, cocktails (& beer, & waaayyy too many shots) were imbibed, and much dancing was had. All thanks to Manchester & its glorious 'village' - every night of the week there's clubs with glamourous drag-queens (who use the female toilets by the way - something I had never previously thought of) sashaying to the most fabulous of disco music...
However the club we picked was a little different. Gone was the glamour of men in immaculately applied lipstick, and slashed to the thigh gowns. Gone was the 70's retro-tastic music. In its place was a deranged chuckle-brother lookalike (although on second thoughts, it really could have been one of them), trying to buy us all wine, & flirt with both the male & female members of the group. Wine we drank, and the cha-cha slide we danced - once we shook off the attentions of Mr chuckle.
You know what? Strange & slightly naff as it all was - it was brilliant. Experience has proved yet again that the most unexpected, random night outs, even with people who you don't know very well, tend to be the most fun ones of all.
Cheers to that!
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