Friday Night Horribleness

Maybe I'm actually getting old. It's quite scary but I've suspected that its been happening for a long time!
I found myself out for a birthday booze up last Friday, joining a crowd of mis-matched 'friends' after working all evening talking to General Public Wankers via a headset. I wasn't keen on the idea of drinking as I was stil feeling a little under-the-weather from the previous nights intake of one-whole-HALF a bottle of wine- (getting old, as I say... )
I managed to force down a pint of cider and smoke a few fags out of shear boredom, but wasn't really enjoying myself. I don't know if its just the shitty small town I live in, or if its a more global, or possibly pyschiatric condition on my part, but I couldnt fucking bare being in the presence of the people in the pub...
My friends are ok, I guess- well, most of them... Its hard to split your conversations between a death metal fan who lives in a tent and a young-at-heart bloke in complete denial about his impending marriage- put it like that. It's the others- the people 'out' for the night, having a 'great' time, shmooozing, clutching small bags under their arms and giving white-shirted matcho nudges to one another. yuk. Me and my friend Dave used to call them The Extras, especially in that pub. They never seem to be seen anywhere else except there of a weekend.
If that wasn't bad enough, we left there and went to an aweful late-licence regulars orientated dive, which had a "Disco". The first thing I saw when we got in was a middle aged woman punching the air really giving it some to some cheesy frog-voiced techno song. She'd obviously hot footed it over the road after her shift as she was still wearing a Morrisons uniform- check shirt-tucked in, blue polyester slacks, and a little dickie- bow type thing round her neck. It was beautiful. And hideous.
The music was really loud and the 'light show' was far too powerful for a room that size. The effect it created was quite depressing cos there was just a huge void with crazy lights, where people should have been having the time of their lives, but instead there was just a redundant cloud from the smoke machine.
My friend started to dance to take the piss, but to be honest even that embarressed me a bit. My ex-boyfriends ex-wife was there too, which is always a pleasure. I split half a pint and pushed it down the back of a speaker chest with a beer matt (maybe subconsciously hoping it would fuck the music up) THEN a... let say.. large lady with a tyre of pimply flesh framed by a G string lolling over her trousers attacked my friend, grabbing his face to kiss him, he looked like he was going to strangle her- really- and pushed her away. She wouldn't give up and kind of launched herself gracefully onto a table full of drinks to get to my other mate Mark who was sitting on the other side- in the process knocking about twelve pints of warm lager on everyone everywhere. She stood up, looked at it and performed a theatrical shrug complete with 'sad' face!
I went outside for a cigarette and some quiet. Unfortunately, the lady followed. She said to my friend "You're step-dad's the sexiest man in Seaford..." -Thank you- then five minutes later "Can I snog your husband?" to the same guy. Fuck knows.
I left after having a surreal conversation with a small man about him wanting some real dusty tool-belt and boot wearing arse-fun with our mutual friend. I THINK he was joking.
I got home and my boyfriend was asleep on the settee, the telly was on and our resident mate was lying on the other sofa smoking a joint. A good film had just started, so I made us a cup of tea and had a little rant about the events of the evening...
When I went to bed a bit later that evening the thought came to me that I would give up all that 'partying', pubbing horrible bull-shit bollocks just to come home to my nice house, my belongings and the people I let into my lives everyday.
Maybe its me getting old, I think my priorities in life could be changing. Its strange what having a shitty time in you life does to you.. OR it could be the fact I just smoked some really good weed for the first time in ages...