Donna's Twenty First
(2003-12-03)
Peculiar weekend. Took train back to Preston for a friend's twenty-first birthday and went out with her and a group of people I've mostly known from the age of three onwards, though we've definitely drifted apart since high school ended. The birthday girl - Donna - brought her seventeen-year old brother along with her, making me feel old. In my cups, I remember slurring something along the lines of "I remember the day you started infant school! You can't be old enough to drink. I'm old. Sodding hell ..." Strangely, also spent time feeling immature compared to all the girls. Sam spent the night talking about getting double-glazed windows and her squaddie husband (married at nineteen, Jesus!). Natalie, another old acquaintance,is the proud mother of two kids of twenty. Just the idea of having that kind of responsibility and maturity at my age is terrifying to me. But as nights go, it was interesting at least. We toured the townie 'nitespots' before Suze and I cracked, cranky at the expensive drinks and St Tropez'ed girls in minis and silver shoes, and dragged everyone to a rock club where we danced to The Rapture like mongs. I managed to get Donna's new beau dancing to Beyonce and fell over whilst head banging (ironically!) to 'Paradise City'. Samantha and Lindsay eventually left in disgust at the scuzziness of the club's regulars and went to scally hang out Tokyo Jo's, which we declined (£10 entry? Sod off). Also learnt that a former class mate now works at '10'*, the town's new strip club when we went in to buy the birthday girl a dance, all of us (including her wee brother) pooling our money together. It was quite wrong, but she seemed pleased. *Other careers that my fellow Catholic School students have followed include drug-dealing, full time employment in take aways and robbery (somewhat unsuccessfully, if I judge by his prison sentence). As Donna's little brother said, "None of 'em turned out to be pilots then?" Well, no.
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