Football and Dancing

My regular readers may be wondering where I was yesterday. My best mate came back from Southampton for a couple of days so we decided to go out, watch the footie and then get pissed.
The football? Heh, do I need to say anything? Disallowed goals and that penalty from Beckham....have had a few amusing emails about that. Has anyone else noticed the distinct lack of england car flags around in the last 24 hours??? To be honest, I find it all a little amusing, although I do think that maybe we were a little unfairly treated in the matter of the disallowed goal...thats football though.
As to the dancing, well, I did get a little bit drunk last night. We went to the Krazy House in Liverpool, it's a fantastic club, and it feels like home everytime I walk in there. After one redbull and aftershock, and several bottles of reef, I was dancing like a loon and having a thoroughly good time. At the end of the night I was being an aeroplane (running round the dance floor with my arms out making vroom noises) to the tune of Purple Haze, I was quite drunk. Fortunately happy drunk not sad drunk. A good night was had by all, all my mates said I provided some great entertainment value. I'm not sure how to take that :-)
I think I may have overdone it a little on the 'dancing' front tho, I wasn't too bad when I got up to go to work this morning (at 8am!!! I didn't get in til 3.30am), but now my spine feels like it's been removed, stamped on a bit, twisted, attacked with a sledgehammer and then put back the wrong way up. In other words I've given myself minor whiplash from moshing too much, oh and I feel like I've been eating glass, from the way my throat feels. But hey, I don't care. The only down side to the evening was the fact my fella couldn't make it. I realised when I was there that it was the first time in nearly two years that I'd been to the Krazy house without him. It felt wierd.

Things to be grateful for...
1. The oain that tells me I'm too old for crazy dancing ;-)
2. Seeing my best mate again for the first time in 6 months
3. Realising that no matter how long we don't see eachother for, when we do, it's like she's never been away.