So every year my mates and I make our way to Bristol, where one of the lads is stationed for university and one of the lasses we are good friends with is also stationed (and also for university). It’s always around the 4th March, as that’s the lass’s birthday, and it’s always at a weekend. Now admittedly we’ve only been once on the 4th March before (2011), but we did go, however, in October, 2010 for a weekend to see the lad. Both times have been absolutely phenomenal. Brilliant banter occurred and we all had an absolute great time wasting £50-£60 on a night and day of mayhem.
My question, however, is whether Bristol is a place of fun-filled dreams or a place of embarrassing nightmares. The dreams come around when you’re having the time of your life with your mates and drinking your health away and going clubbing. You couldn’t be in a happier place, even if you dropped some acid. The nightmares come the morning after, however. You wake up feeling as rough as sandpaper and with the stories of last night to put together. The nightmare that relates to me is now infamous: I managed to take a lass back to her room by midnight on the first Bristol trip. All was going well. I was getting lucky. Then it happened. I went for the plunge and I couldn’t get it up. The Flop had been cemented in history. Now I could have gone back the morning after and told the lads I had sex, but nay, that was not to happen. While very drunk I texted one of the lads about the occurrence, and he preceded to read it to everyone within hearing distance. Never has that moment been forgotten by my friends, and never shall it be - the banter is too great.
Other people have had their nightmares on nights out too, particularly in Bristol, but that is for them to disclose at their will. To sum up really I guess what I’m trying to say is that although nightmares have occurred in Bristol, the fun we have is always brilliant. The nightmares are good fun, and the dreams are awesome. And of course, my mates are incredible to spend time with.
This is a random and probably poorly written post, but I’m so excited that I thought I’d get it down. For do you know what date it is? It’s the 24th February, 2012.
I am one week and one day away from being in Bristol. It’s that time of year again.
Bring it on.