My Event (part. 2)

Our event is over and done with, now a couple of weeks ago I gave you a low down on my 90’s themed event and here is my newest post telling everything that it’s over!

The 90’s night was, thankfully, a huge success – even though we were up against Bedlam – and now here is my chance to actually give you in full detail how this night came about.

According to my group mate, this idea came about by watching the Spice Girls on a laptop and from getting very excited about our childhood and what we remembered from it, Voila! The 90’s night was born – under the original name of “Death of Pop!” It was meant to celebrate the year that Pop died… but as time went on and the confusion of others, the name changed to “I <3 Pop”. Unfortunately, this had to change again to the final “Saturday Night – born in the 90’s.” Expressing the Whigfield classic (don’t act as though you don’t know the dance…) as well as giving the obvious information about the event, it was going to be held on a Saturday and of course, born in the 90’s the main theme.

Promotion and marketing went hand in hand together and for our event our main aim was to bring back nostalgia to students. We bought rainbow dust, ultra violets and lollipop sweets as a giveaway when handing out leaflets.

We held a promotion day with a gazebo in the middle of our university campus blasting out very cheesy tunes from the gym next to us and with hand-made t-shirts (made by our very own marketing manager and her boyfriend) spent most of the day handing out flyers and dancing along to tunes (see pictures). I’m not going to lie to you, I would like to say everyone got involved but it was just me handing out flyers… everyone else was cold and it was freeeeezing!!

We had 8.45am starts handing out flyers at the gate to university, promotion flyerring on the various club nights held at our venue and every night selling tickets at the university halls.

Then, came getting people to come. Now, as we all know, Saturday is a day of doing nothing for the fellow student and we are rarely seen out on a Saturday, unless it’s a house party or there is something ‘Student special’ going on, or, you have money and like a Saturday night out. So, when the news that it was a ‘Reading week’ for a lot of students (which means a week of students all going home) did frustrated us, especially when our whole group trekked around all of halls to sell tickets (myself and a group member getting escorted out because it was deemed as “business” – don’t worry we talked to the warden the next day and she let us come back in).

We had 300 tickets available at the Student Union shop, 100 online and then another 100 or so with us at all times. We hardly sold any tickets with a week and a bit to go. We were stressing, plus, it didn’t help that our lecturers were starting to worry too.

But not to fear, we knew that like a Friday night out most students only ever bought tickets a day or two before the event and most of them would probably get them on the door. However, for our event we had hardly sold 300 in the student union shop two days before our event. Everyone would pop into the shop to ask how many were left or constantly refresh the online ticket page just in case it ever went down.

As luck and life would have it, Thursday saw us go down to 50 tickets online and we put another 100 up by 1pm that day – it did annoy us at first because, naturally we wanted it to go down to a lot less before we put more up, but by that evening it had gone down to under 100 which resulted in us having to put more up on Friday when we realised we had sold just about 400 tickets.

By 8pm on Saturday, our group could only put just under 100 tickets online. Can you believe our luck – I couldn’t explain how it all happened from selling just over 200 on a Wednesday to the Saturday being able to say that throughout the day our total had risen to 700!?

We had spent Saturday dragging our friends/ boyfriends who had come down for the day, redecorating the whole of the club in bright neon cut-out words, CDs, 90’s CD cases and bright coloured cassettes. V.I.P sections decorated with sweets, our brilliant posters and pictures of the 90’s.

Leaving the venue at 5.30pm and coming back for 8.30pm we waited anxiously for our first lecturer to assess us and that was even before everyone else turned up! Thankfully, she was overly impressed with our group – I have to admit, truthfully, we do get on together really well, because we all wanted the same thing - for the event to be a success. If there were ever anything we weren’t happy about, we could always talk about it.

So imagine, 800 of your peers once hearing the song that was a big hit, everyone knew the words to because it was a guy and a girl speaking about a popular girls toy (huge hint)… would you say that everyone erupted with joy and screams and shouts or that everyone turned their head in disgust?

Because if you wanted to go for the latter; you wouldn’t have come to our event. Every so often a classic song would come on and everyone would erupt with excitement! It was crazy!!

Unfortunately again for our group, we couldn’t drink and though we enjoyed the night we couldn't exactly go out on the dance-floor and boogie on down like we desperately wanted to.

By the time our second and final lecturer came to us, it was 1.30am – yes! I’m being serious – I was the one in charge of showing him around the venue and keeping him entertained until he left. There was no way I could not dance to Take That – Never Forget and out-right told my lecturer that I simply loved this song there was no way I could'’t put my hands up when the chorus came on. My lecturer however did not mind at all claiming that the 1990’s were his Master years and he would go out clubbing to the 1990’s music. Result! He even volunteered to come to our event.

He left at 2.15am. Champagne hit our table at 2.19am.

The night ended to us hugging, chanting in joy and congratulating ourselves. We had pulled off a sell-out event!

I’m not going to say that I went to bed that night exhausted but happy but tired and I collapsed in bed with a smile on my face. OH NO! I came back to my house – everyone asleep from already been and gone to my event – shouting at how great my event was. I walked into my bedroom my best friend who had come down just for me in my bed sleeping – I woke her up screaming at how well my event had been, how my lecturers had said to me congratulations to me and was very happy with his stay!!

I WANTED TO SCREAM ABOUT IT! I WANTED TO JUMP ABOUT AND TALK AND TALK AND TALK!!

I had even driven my cab driver crazy talking to him about what he had done, how it had gone and the wreck the venue was after everyone had left.

It was surreal over the next couple of days where our peers are still organising and stressing about their events yet to be put on and ours was over and done with!

The next meeting with our client was the most anticipated… he loved what we did, he came down to see our event and was astonished at the outcome, and more than that, he wanted us to do it again!

Us, second year events students, and a real client wanting us to recreate our event again so more people can come, more profit, more 90’s!

Our client had said to us that he was already going to make profit with his bar sales so the ticket sale profit could go to us. We were almost at the point of fainting we were so happy!

And that’s where our story gets a little confusing because, most of the second year events are for charity and the profit made would go straight to them. But this was different and even though our client said we could keep the money – University laughed at the idea; of course we couldn’t keep the money it’s the clients!

So we’ve been pushing to have the profit of the ticket sales invested into the next event – which is what our client suggested.

Its' not our fault and it's not exactly my university's fault either. According to our client, any of the events that have been put on at this particular venue has never made enough profit to cover its budget. So, this has never happened before - which we all need to take on board as a huge compliment - however, we're all still buzzing off this amazing news and this amazing night that we organised and ran as successfully as we could. We've had heated discussions with administrators who is completely clueless and because we are too - we're all going around in circles because they are leaning towards giving all of our profit away to charity – which is all well and good but not when we can half that money to invest and the other half to a chosen charity of ours.

We've got to wait until Monday so she can figure out what is best. From the talk I had with her, the profit that was made is wholly the clients and so what they do with it is completely up to them. Which then makes us say – then why can’t we have it, because he said he could have it!? But as a university, again, they’re saying “oh my! Oh no! Of course you can’t have it for yourselves…” but then they get stumped… to which we want the rest of that sentence and they can’t give it to us. Legal stuff, contracts, permission etc., it’s all in the way.

So we wait until Monday.

If you wanted to ask me what I learnt from this, it would be that I really think I can do this as my profession. Which sometimes as students I think that’s hard to say. We study a degree in something we like and are good at, something we are interested in but really it’s not what we see ourselves doing in fifteen years’ time. But as an event management course, it’s not something you can just say that you didn’t want to do for the rest of your life because it’s not that kind of course; it’s like a marriage or I guess, more permanently, a tattoo. As well, it’s your personality as I think event managers as much as they can be taught – it’s a hard profession to get into and the person has to be willing to do it.

So what I’ve learnt is that, I cannot wait to do this event again with some great people and hopefully with some money to help us. I’ve learnt to overcome my fear of being in charge of finance  and even though, I’m very slow with numbers and it takes a while to get my head around calculations etc., etc., I think, personally, I’ve done really well in keeping it all together and working out everything in a way that everyone can understand and not lose any money!

I’m overwhelmed at how well we have actually done, I had given up hope of a sell-out event (even though I made a £5 bet that it would), I was happy with about 350 people so we could break even. And I guess as well, for university to know what to do if this sort of situation ever happens again.

That, all our effort, our good team work and just the hard work and thought process we put into every single detail of the event, paid off in such a exploded way that has seemed to dumbfounded everyone; us, the client, our university and now it’s all about how we can all go about this in the correct way that we all win.

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My first day in my new house... and this is what happens.

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My 2011 Summer

Hands up if when you look back on your summer, you had a good time!?
Because I know I did.

From the end of May until mid-September I’ve been on holiday. So there were days at home rummaging through Virgin Media TV choice on demand, scouring through the various channels only to spend the whole day on music channels and I might have even had a plan of what I watched when I woke up. If I was up early enough on a weekday I’d watch Home Under The Hammer at 10am, if not I woke up to The Maury Show at 11am, then music channels until E! News at 1pm and then yes, back to the music channels going up and down and up and down every ten minutes.

Or I was at work, with models (men, women, kids), steaming clothes, chatting to different kinds of people, eating really bad canteen food and singing along to out-dated 80's music that I love. Or, I was wristbanding random strangers outside the BBC studios in White City, London, getting them into some of my favourite shows.

Aren't they pretty?!

At one point in my summer, I was managing a gate at Pride London Parade in the middle of Piccadilly Circus.
Picking up (for the first time) a speaker and getting near a thousand people to do the Mexican wave up and down each side of the barriers while the rest of my group, people I had only met a half an hour before, cheered me on. A gay guy asked me for a hug after as well as some girls asking me to take a picture with their Pride Teddy-bear; I’ve never felt so wanted before in my life.
Switch to, telling randomers that they couldn’t cross the road because if they didn’t notice there was a parade going on and though I understood that they had to go to their theatre showing, the parade stopped in a couple of minutes and only then could I let them through. Insert here the swear words, the pushing and the crushing of poor little me. Oh, and a transvestite called Tina who reminded me of a Army captain by the barks of ordering when things got a little too hard for me to manage myself. I did mean to say me to manage because in the middle of Piccadilly Circus at my first ever Pride I was managing a team of five to guard the gates, the ‘manager’ was sitting on the floor without a care in the world.
A day of volunteering meant a night time of parties and at 7.30am the next day I strolled into my house.

I went out quite a bit; I went to a Single Launch in London Bridge. Again, the best friend and I unlocked her door at nearly 6am that Sunday. A couple of birthday parties, drinking pitchers for myself and I may have forgotten that they were meant for sharing, house parties with rows and arguments, girly nights in talking nonsense until one in the morning.
BBQ's, family parties, hungover days, football matches... you get the jist.

Another volunteering experience of the summer was at a brilliant festival called LEEFEST. Started by a young 17year old (named Lee obviously) who, after his parents told him not to have a house party decided to stage a festival in his back garden in 2006. Now he has the likes of Fenech – Soler, DJ Fresh, Get Cape Wear Cape Fly (who waved at me!), The National, The Holloways and The Young Knifes and also, a ton of unsigned acts that will explode onto the music scene soon! By The Rivers were my favourite by far, look on their Myspace, they’re touring with The Specials.

A new friend and I at Leefest!

If you can imagine, a gorgeous budget festival with wonderful people walking around, free Nandos, joking around with bubbly girls I met that day, not being too friendly with the Event Management girls (who decided to boss us around and didn’t realise who she was talking to, AKA Me. I had managed the car park the day before without her I think I could do it again).

A group of volunteering girls who thought that volunteering meant not doing any work and left our group of six to do all their shifts; gawping at Lee himself for being utterly cool riding on the back of a mini open top 4x4 (no doubt about it this guy oozed coolness without trying but the 4x4 helped) and end the weekend by discovering two 11year olds at the front of DJ Fresh and barricading ourselves around them from being washed away into the huge mosh-pit.

Fast forward a few weeks as I travel up to Bournemouth to check out my brand new house (a post on that later)! Two days later, a 10am start at IKEA to buy cool stuff to go with the house. I wonder the whole way around IKEA thinking of whether the colour scheme this year should be purple or black, white and orange…

However, news got round to my work that I wasn’t leaving just yet and so now, it’s one week of partying, another week of full on work. More cash for the partying I guess…

Now, who else wants to share?


LINKS: http://www.pridelondon.org/
http://www.leefest.org.uk
http://www.myspace.com/bytherivers

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Reflection of my first year at University

I’m about to go into my last exams which start next week (wish me luck!). So, I’m going to ‘reflect’ on my first year, of course the word reflect is silly and I hate having to do it but alas…
As you may or may not know, I started a little bit late at University. I missed ‘arrivals week’ and came into university just before ‘Freshers week.’
My housemates were brilliant at first. When I pressed that doorbell to see two housemates, and I’ll never forget their faces and my house-mate calling to the others that ‘Lauren was here!’ I’ve never seen them run that fast before, even to this day.
My room was large, bare and in the attic. The rest of the night consisted of getting drunk playing Ring of Fire and learning about my 6 other house-mates. I remember collapsing into bed that night thinking that this had been the “right thing to do and why the hell had I even doubted coming to university in the first place.”
The nights out were something to remember. No longer was I in Croydon, I was officially a university student with money to spend, a house with six great people and a course that I was sure I would like.
University was different than I expected; I found out what lectures were really like, seminars were definitely ones not to miss and try to get to know some of my course mates.

I got a job early on, in hindsight, I shouldn’t have done it but I can’t regret it. I got to work in a retail job, something I hadn’t done before and to really see what happens in a shop. Though I didn’t really meet a lot of friends and I really hated it, I tried my best to do a good job. But being a student in my first couple of weeks of starting University I didn’t want to miss out on anything. I would go out with everyone on a Friday knowing I had to get up at 6am the next day. I had done it before back in Croydon, I could do it again but, sometimes you wake up drunk at 6am and stumble into work a state; hung-over included.
I think after the incident with a night out and a week old pasta I re-evaluated everything that I was doing. I stopped going on nights out on a Friday and concentrated on getting more sleep but I think by then I was already really jealous of my housemates being at home relaxing on the weekend.

I may have had a four day week of university but to me it was like I couldn’t ever really relax. Even when I was at home I was still working, I was still in ‘university mode’ I could never switch it off. I thought that having a weekend I could maybe switch it off and actually have some me time.

Maybe I should have planned it out differently, maybe I can’t handle two things at once or maybe a retail job really isn’t for me. I know for a fact that that job didn’t treat anyone nicely – even the managers complained how much they hated it. Mainly it was because I was only a Christmas temp. They weren’t going to keep any of us so why bother helping?
I can probably go on all day about how much it bothered me and though I put it to the back of my mind that I wasn’t going to be let go – it was inevitable. I did get some good things out of that job, the other Christmas temps and some of the younger staff were actually quite nice and I was complimented on how good my customer skills were by the customers. Shame my bosses didn’t see that and only noticed I was putting in the voucher codes wrong…


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UNIVERSITY WORK
University work turned out to be tougher than I thought, I was struggling early on and it didn’t help that everyone around me were doing well or wasn’t doing anything at all.
Even though I had group work, my first assignment did well but I had the horrible feeling that my group didn’t like the fact that I was so casual about it all. They freaked while I told them that we were doing well. As the weeks went on and the assignments kept on coming with other groups and I learnt that everyone was taking this a lot more seriously than me.
I missed lectures, I missed Financial Reporting a lot and only turned up to seminars and group work because apparently this was fine according to second year students.
They literally told us to get all the late nights and bunking off lectures/seminars done now for second year is a completely different story.
So that’s exactly what I did.

The first year of university doesn’t count towards our final grade; you just have to pass it. All the second year students told us “you’ll sail through first year.”
So why was everyone panicking? It wasn’t until later that a fourth year student told us that in our course you couldn’t just ‘sail through,’ you work hard in all four years.


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MAKING FRIENDS
I did have this idea that I would have loads of friends in my course and that I would go into Uni a different person. As much as I think I have changed, I didn’t really get the friends in my course.

I suppose it doesn’t bother me too much, I realised that everyone had much better and stronger personalities than what I was used to but also that I was quiet. I mostly listened and smiled a lot. I did get to work with many of my course-mates on group work which got me to talk more and to contribute more. Don’t get me wrong I’m not a loner, I do talk to a lot of my course-mates, we all sit together in lectures and I will always say hello.
If I’m going to reflect, I would say that actually does it matter if I haven’t made best friends with my course-mates? Well yes, because that’s why you take that 20minute journey into University but on the other side is all your housemates that make you smile and it’s not as if I haven’t got other friends elsewhere. I have friends through my housemates and my friends back home.
It’s just that little idea I did have before I came to University had been popped.


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SECOND TERM
I had made my mistakes and revelled in my good grades by Christmas and after the two week break I was back on form to do the best I could. I still missed lectures but I made it into the hard subjects like economics and financial reporting (the subjects that I should really never do, because I can just about count on my fingers).
I hadn’t gone into my overdraft yet (big smiley face), I was happy to be back with my housemates and the two week break I realised that I didn’t need my parents as much as I thought, most of my mates from back home had stopped talking to me so what was the point? I was happier than I had been in ages.

However, my life was a soap opera. I felt like I lived in Hollyoaks. Drama happened left, right and centre. My grades were still good – I had had two really bad nights out and had been sick once. Little things started to happen though; I was really struggling with economics and financial reporting was a bore.

But you do what you can and you carry on.
University timetable was five days a week, three nine am starts. However, my timetable was four days a week (maybe five), with maybe one 9am start – if I hadn’t turned off my alarm in my sleep.

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THIRD TERM
By March I was a tad homesick which surprised me. I wasn’t one to get upset about missing home however, I was talking more to my friends back home and little habits my housemates had would bug me.. So going home for the month of April really helped.

I was doubting about going returning to the next year of University though; I had changed my mind about what I wanted to do for a career (something I had had planned out since I was about 14/15 years old). It started when all my lectures and my friend stated this out for me: none of the guest lecturers, people we were supposed to aspire to be like, had degrees or any kind of experience in the field they were working in. They just worked their way from bottom to top. So why was I struggling over a degree when I could go out and gain that experience, working my way from the bottom to the top?

Additionally, it was little things like relatives asking me how my course was going and when I answered “hard,” they all rolled their eyes as if to say that I was obviously lying because University wasn’t hard.
It was weird but I was sick of always doing some sort of school work. I had been doing it since I was 5 and now at 19 years of age, I was sick of it. Irony.
It took some time; my parents freaked out just a little and a horrible career interview (while a tad hung-over, I’m not going to lie) for me to really have a look at what I was doing with my life.
Since then I’ve decided to stay. I’ll get the experience and the degree under my belt and then from there, I can look at where I want to go.

It just takes me a look at my grades so far to tell myself that I’m not actually struggling. It’s just me over thinking it. I’ve got a 1st in Financial Reporting (when two days before I had run down to the beach in a state because I thought that I would fail the test) and I haven’t gotten less than a 2:1 (yet…)

So in reflection, I have a house for next year with five (almost) great people and I pray that my course gets interesting in the second year, come September/ October. I’m gaining a really good experience with good friends, cheap nights out and the only real responsibility is to not kill myself with my own cooking.

So here’s to good grades in my four exams. But most importantly, a good summer getting drunk.

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Washing! (Yes, I am blogging about my washing)

Oh my goodness.

If you could have seen my washing, it’s shameful.

I’ve been putting all my washing in with one of my housemates… so right now, I’m blogging as my first ever big colours wash is on!

I have a good laundry bag that puts the clothes into separate sections: whites, darks, colours. Thinking that it would be really helpful when I bought it at Argos, £9.99 - it’s really not. I sling everything into the top of it and then I found out that you could put your colours in with your darks!

Not saying that’s a bad thing though… I mean that saves me LOADS of time on trying to sort out the washing machine buttons and conditioners.

Yes, I admit it I don’t really know how to use the washing machine. All those buttons and different liquids, tabs I have to put into the machine – it’s just so confusing!

Is this just me being naive and stupid?

My washing should be done soon and then it’s off to face the scary washing line with lots of little spiders falling on me before I have to put on yet another dark wash on… if I can, I’ll do my whites…

My washing advice is only this… Find out what each button does and what the hell you have to buy.

All these Ariel, Lenor, powder stuff your mum has back at home that she puts in the three compartments - really all you need is the fabric conditioner and something to get the stains out.

Or in other words, the only thing I've been able to figure out is where to put the fabric conditioner and the Ariel noggin-thingie that you stick in with the washing - gets all the stains out...

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What To Pack

When you have the answer to this, tell me.

I have no clue whatsoever.

I narrowed it down to 2-3 per things. So like, three duvet covers, pillowcases, sheets and two hand towels, bath towels...

The best thing (apparently) is to wait until you get into your place before really shopping around for your kitchen utensils and food but, if you’re like me and get a tiny bit paranoid maybe you can pack a plate, bowl, cup, knife and fork, spoon...

But because you’re on Freshers’ you'll be ordering out a lot, pizza, kebab, curry, fish and chips, McDonald's, KFC, kebab, burger king, pizza, alcohol etc, you can eat most of those with your hands.

And look out for those discounts!

That’s really all I can say…

Bring some toiletries with you but try to get your parents to get you everything you need after you arrive (maybe even get them to do a week shop for you)…

I can safely say that I took my teddy bear with me. I’m not ashamed. There are some things that I just had to take with me but be prepared to leave things behind. It could be a teddy bear and your old horrible tracksuit bottoms that have holes in. Leave some of your favourite things behind or at least a set of clothes so it gives you an excuse to go back home.

Some good links are:

http://www.whsmith.co.uk/

http://www.bhs.co.uk/

http://www.unipacks.com/

http://www.roompacks.com

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Getting Keys & My First Night

Getting into that car was so hard. Heck, packing everything into the car was hard. I kept on telling myself to take one step at a time but still as we drew nearer to my university, I was so freaking nervous. I wanted the whole world to stop.

I bravely got out of the car and made my way to where the key collection place was. My heart was beating too fast, my adrenaline kicked in and my stomach in knots from last night’s Thai and today’s nervousness.

But I did it! I did it all - I got the keys, got the directions to the campus to the house and went shopping to tidy it up!

The place was musky and it smelt old. But the room itself could hold at least five people in it with a sink, closet, drawers and a computer table. I’m on the top floor, the attic, the loft, my own university room. It’s great but weird and I don’t really know how to react.

Inside my head I was thinking of ways to keep my parents with me but they left, all smiles and “we know you can do it” voices though I really doubted myself. I was so nervous that I hardly talked. Until the conversations about TV show and weird hospital tales came up. I was all talk then.

So my advice would be that if you feel like you can’t do it, like I did, just try.

The most you can ever do is try.

I’m actually glad that on my first night I was pretty tipsy. It took away all the anxiousness that I felt and was left with the feeling of “I need to get into bed.” Unfortunately for me I’m on the top floor and that means three flights of stairs.

I am going to have to remember that…

My room is dark and cold with a tiny radiator that doesn’t even do any justice to my room but I have loads of space. A horrible single bed that yes, I have nearly fallen out of twice because I’m so used to my double back at home. My sink is actually useful but the trip down the stairs to the bathroom is a trek. Oh, add onto that that the toilet is leaking and it’s silly since we have to share two toilets and one shower between six other people. It’s a good thing that I like my housemates.

I’ve seen the other house’s and they are not like ours. They’re more modern with better furniture – our sofa is the colour of bogey and severely broken – but this house is a proper house. It’s good for what it is. Especially with my housemates, this place will be a proper home in no time.

First Night Out

My first night out was different. I’m going to tell you from the start since it’s such a weird little story – well for me it was anyway.

I was very hung-over (but not to the point of being sick, thank Goodness) and I literally made myself get out of bed. I went downstairs, said hello to everyone – my new housemates, I was still getting used to how weird it was – I ate some but not loads since I didn’t think my stomach could handle it and then we all got changed and went shopping. My first ever shopping trip – to buy food that I have to cook myself, daunting or what!?

Thank goodness for my grandparents giving my money for such things as food.

When we got back, we ate, got changed had pre-drinks and then we went round to the other Unilet house round the corner for more pre-drinks.

Then the walk to my first ever night out!

The new housemates and neighbours asked questions all quite drunk while my stomach is churning and the thought of more drinks hurts.

Earlier on that day we tried to get my wristband, but the place was closed so it meant that the rest of my housemates/neighbours went through while I waited in the freezing cold. It wasn’t all bad. It only took me an hour to get to the front of the queue, even with some boys pushing in front and I met a couple of nice people too – the boys that pushed in and three girls who were very cold.

Want to know what the best part was?

Three people from the front I got a phone call saying that everyone was leaving. Imagine my surprise when I find out that the nightclub was quite rubbish and so from then we headed into town. We found a cheap bar that reminded me of one from home and then we ventured into Walkabout. Oh yes, we have a Walkabout! My town is crawling with bar, clubs, a karaoke bar, all night Subways and KFC’s.

Coming out of the club we got a subway, saw a fight and got in the cab. From there we walked up a creepy alleyway and then onto of that, watched my male housemates get a drawer out of the bushes, push it to our neighbours door playing knock down ginger with it. We didn’t go to bed ‘til MUCH later…

Good night all in all don’t you think?

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