It's the first day of the month. (Part Two)
We had chosen to continue on to Tower Park to catch a film, since we had nothing else to do. I had envisioned the night being about going to various drinking establishments, and in retrospect I probably would have prefered that.
There were next to no parking spaces to be had outside UCI(I refuse to call it 'Empire'), and we could see a long queue snaking away from the box office. Jack realised aloud that it was, of course, Orange Wednesday. I hate crowded movie theaters, but the guys didn't mind, so carried on searching for a space.
Jack had to park in the Tesco area, some distance away from the cinema, especially in the wind and rain. I suggested we just buy a DVD from Tesco and watch it on my projector. Again, in retrospect, the cinema would have been a better bet.
We walked into Tesco feeling like we owned the place. Dave and Jack were giggling like schoolgirls, and I trailed behind them, my wallet eager to cater to our whims.
We hit up the DVD aisle, where there was a terrific selection. And by terrific, I'm mispronouncing terrible. We all kept making ridiculous selections ("Bob the builder! Lazy Town! Veronica Guerin!") until we settled on 'Click!', which I did not want to watch.
Jack started whining about food, and I agreed that we should have some snacks for the movie. 'Some snacks' quickly became:
- 20 eclairs
- 18 glass bottles of Coca Cola
- A pack of maoam bars
- A multi-pack of crisps
- Weird 'sweet squirters' that used a pump to squirt sweet juice into your mouth
- Donuts
- Mars bars
- Fizzy cola bottles
- Regular cola bottles
- Fizzy laces
and countless other sweet items that I can't for the life of me recall.
I was feeling a little nervy about how much we'd bought, a feeling that was confirmed when we got to the checkout and the total came to 52. Jack and Dave started laughing like pot-heads at this. Well, they would. It wasn't their bloody money, was it?
We drove back to my place, at which point I realised that we'd probably be too loud whilst watching the film and would wake my Mum up. I suggested we instead watch the film in Jack's pimped-out garage, or settle for my bedroom(the Funnel Web). Jack and Dave seemed fine with the web.
Once we were in my house, I went downstairs to put the eclairs in the fridge, and came back to my room to discover Jack smushing prawn cocktail crisps into my pillow. Like I said, sometimes Jack isn't fun to be around. At all. In fact, sometimes he's a f*cking c*nt.
We arrived at Jack's, after I'd spent ten minutes persuading them that we pretty much had to, and Jack and Dave tried to lock me in the car whilst they fetched the garage keys. At this point I realised Jack must have actually been drunk, since no one in their right mind would think that it is in any way possible to lock someone in a car.
Setting up the projector in the garage proved difficult. I was missing a vital cable to connect my laptop to my projector, and all the computers in the garage had defects that prevented them playing DVDs. In the end we watched the film on my laptop, with Jack and Dave on the sofa, and me on a chair behind them, wrapped in my duvet to keep warm.
The film was awful, and the garage got progressively colder and my duvet got progressively damper. We hardly ate any of the foodstuffs I had spent my money on, and even now they still sit in Jack's mould-infested garage, waiting to be consumed.
Jack dropped me off at my place at two in the morning, at which point I had to change my bed covers (thanks to the crisp pillow and damp duvet), before finally crashing onto the floor(I don't have a bed here).
Reading all this, one would think I had a terrible night.