Oh, What A Night!

Beer, triumph & misery... that really does sum up my night last night and man, am I paying for it today.

The lead up to the night was also quite good. Mark & I set up my camcorder at the pub in the afternoon and I was already on the beer by then. Had a couple at the pub whilst setting up and then picked up another 4 cans before heading to Nick & Lolly's for our pre-gig warm up.

We headed up to the pub for 8pm to have our pictures taken for the Evening Gazette, which went really well. That's myself, Dave & Nick in the picture above. A pre-photo photo... missing is Skippy & Mark.

So yeah, we were on the beer some more at the pub. The singer last night was absolutely gorgeous. I couldn't stop admiring her for a while. I wish I could remember her name. Granted, I was pretty drunk.

Not the greatest picture in the world, but it'll do for the Blog. I'm sure I have her on film as well.

Anyways, we were in the kitchen for about 10 past 9 for our performance at half past. We had a hell of a time getting ready and Nick took his sweet time getting back there as well. He only had about 5 minutes to get changed and ready, but it worked out in good time!

The camera was rolling... Lolly was doing her speech... we were out the back, almost too drunk to care... and then Mark missed the cue, went out early. Ha ha ha... it sent the crowd into hysterics though. A good start.

Finally, the moment of truth came! Brewer's Troop! And we were off... so was the velcro around my hips keeping the trousers on me.

Let me tell you, mate! Dancing with a pair of trousers sliding down your legs isn't the easiest thing to do in the world, let me assure you. Especially after a day of about 6 pints. Nevertheless, I tried to prevail through Rock DJ... and then when the song ended, I jumped into the kitchen to fix my trousers again, but the music for You Can Leave Your Hat On came too early for me to do anything... absolute rubbish!

So back out there I went... trousers still falling down. The other lads were alright... some of them came prepared with a belt, but I didn't think my trousers were that bad. I thought wrong.

Both songs went by like a flash... until the CD skipped and stopped playing. Only then was I able get the velcro back together on my trousers before the CD came back on and we had to take off our shirts. And then that was it... off come the trousers... well, sorta. A good couple yanks and mine still didn't come off. I held them up for so long and they still couldn't come off. How predictable is that?

Anyways... I jumped out for our pose in our animal faced thongs. We gave the crowd what they came to see and reverted back to the kitchen where I proceeded to laugh my ass off. Nevertheless, the crowd was going nuts. So, I decided to do a victory lap behind the bar. Out from the kitchen, across the floor to the top bar and back making a real show of it. Well... everyone had a go at it afterwards. What a laugh!

And I would have had the encore on tape too... if I didn't give the camera to Jo so she could watch it. She then stopped the camera right before the encore, which I wasn't aware of, and then I took more footage of the afterparty. What an unfortunate turn of events.

So, yes... we triumphed greatly. Hoorah for the lads! We gave ourselves a good pat on the back and went for a few more drinks.

Then the hyper-emotional gear kicks in... as it's becoming a regular thing when I'm drunk now. I realize that none of my mates had shown up. Dave had work people, family & mates... Mark had work people... Skippy had work people... Nick had family & friends... I had... me. I just coasted around the pub for the rest of the evening without any of my mates about. This then set me off. As much as I had a great time all day... having none of my mates about really put a drain on my jubilation.

None of them even said that they couldn't make it or anything. It really drove me mad. So mad, in fact, that I decided to walk home from Bergholt to Wormingford. 3 or 4 miles away, plus whatever I gained by staggering around.

I also decided to sit down after passing by Packards Lane to sit and write a couple of seriously angry text messages about having great friends and what not. Oh, I was mad! And tired. And mad because I was tired. And mad because I was tired and I still had another half hour to walk... if not more.

Well, I finally made it home at about 2:30am. I thought I would stay up and write this post... but I poured myself into the door and decided to die. And did I ever.

I woke up this morning to a text from Joanna. Was it a success, yes it was. I didn't bother to go into the details. I then shut my phone off, 'cuz I had a steaming hangover. Who knows how much beer & all I had to eat yesterday was a few pieces of toast. Yup... I was toast! My headache has almost left me now. I've had a couple cups of coffee... more toast and I think I might go watch Ipswich lose to West Ham. Last I saw, West Ham had just scored. Probably is 1-1 or something now... but anyways, I digress.

I best turn on my mobile soon... see how many angry responses I had from everyone. I'm sure there's gonna be a couple.

With my tail between my legs... I must leave you all!! Cheers.

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