That’s the weekend done, Friday went ok, Mark celebrated his 40th in a Mark fashion, as we went to bed at 3.30am he produced from his bag a bottle of Jack Daniels, I didn’t partake, I had had enough by then and a shot of whiskey before the 4 hours sleep we had may have been the bit that tipped me over the edge.
So met up with Jon and Mark in Stafford and then caught the train back into Birmingham, we stopped in the Britannia hotel and if you are expecting 5 star luxury for your money then you are the fool, you get more than what you pay for and as a place to sleep after a night out in Birmingham then it is ideal, it was clean and it suited us.
So after checking into the hotel we hit a few bars and it has to be said that I at 37 felt old on broad street, that’s me though and as Mark proves you are only as old as you feel. At ten o’clock we were not feeling drunk at all so the shots started making an appearance and we persisted with the drinking until we hit the first Spearmint Rhinos of the night and the birthday boy had a dance in there, its no club Tropicana and all of us felt, uncomfortable? Yes that’s the word, so we got a taxi to Birminghams other SR, not before hitting a rock bar for tequila.
Once inside the larger of the two Spearmint Rhinos, I found a seat and the birthday boy had a dance or two and I was from then on in constantly badgered as to if I wanted a dance, I daresay they weren’t referring to a polka or a little 2 step, I never found out, a fool and his money are easily parted and this fool hadn’t drunk enough to part with his money.
So after that the three of us went in search of a club, all of which were closed, and so we found an Indian restaurant.
All in all a good Friday tiring but good.
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