fuck it, story time.
i'd literally just turned 16 and it was friday ema / payday for me. so i was £100 quid up on cash and was planning on going to my dads after work for his work night out (i'd been working there over the summer so i knew everyone)
i turned up at the pub and noticed there was a new girl.. very very VERY fit. i mean, like. WOW WOW WEE WOW, fit. anyway, we had a bit of banter.. found out she was 21 and had very similar music taste to me (electro house at the time) and she was telling me about how claude von stroke is in town tonight and that he is playing. and i'm like oh shit yeah, i love CVS.. (it was about the time that whistle tune came out, sure u all kno the one

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anyway, we move on to bar where we are going and we're still talking, getting on really well.. and also getting a lot of alcohol down my neck too.. getting tipsy. she asked me if i wanted to go to see CVS with her and her mates clubbing (i'd never really been to a super club before, obviously bars and small clubs but nothing lke 2K capacity (apart from the west indian centre but i don't see that as a rave, lol. well not too me)) so yeah, we leave everyone on the work night out, i'm taking a very attractive lady out and all the lads at work are like wtf how has he done that. so we go back to her house.
we get there and it turns out she has 2 other exceptionally attractive house mates and i'm like woah, hello. we carry on drinking and they pamper their nose and get ready for going out, so more drinks, couple of photos and a bit more banter and we move on to pick up.
now i'll make it clear that i have taken drugs before, a few times (not weed, i mean uppers) so i was the usual.. yeah i've done this and that so we turn up at this guys house, they're having a mix and sorting out drugs etc, so i carry on drinking and chatting to these people i've just met this night, feel a bit awkward but yeah carry on.
anyway, we get a taxi to the club and i'm pretty drunk here, and somehow i don't get ID'd on the way in.. it was like the gates to heaven opening up, my first experience in a proper huge club and i'm out with all these really hot girls (felt pretty boss, just turned 16 and all that) and CVS was headlining.
so we're standing around, i didn't really know these girls so conversation was a bit short, plus it turns out they were all massive house socialites and that they knew every fucker in the club. starting to feel a bit like a loner and i'm rather drunk.
the said girl that took me out (the one that works for my dad) takes me up stairs to the bar and starts getting off with me and she apologises for not talking much cos she hasn't seen anyone in ages. fair enough. back to being a loner.
anyway, this guy she is seeing turns up, and pretty much keeps me company, had a few more drinks and feel really guilty about pulling his proper fit bird, but it's all good... gets too about 3 a clock and we leave to go back to theirs, realisticly i should be going to bed as i have work the next day but i was drunk and you know what it's like to stop yourself when you've had about 7 pints or so over the past 7 hours.
we leave and in the taxi the girl and the lad she is seeing officialise things because i asked them why they weren't going out, so that's all happy family. eventually get to her house and literally as i step out of the taxi i see my boy on a bombing mission and he's like wtf who these people, and i'm like i've just been to xx club with them and he's like NARR WTF (still being a fresh 16 year old)
we go upto their room and they offer me a pill, and i'm like ok.. not realising that these pills are proper decent pills i end up double dropping and i call the girl i fancy on my course (whos older than me) and start chatting shit.
then that's it.
BLACK OUT
wake up 5 hours later in a different house, in someone elses clothes. aparrently i was walking around this house whilst taking my clothes off asking where this girl (the one from my course) is, and obviously she wasn't there but i guess i must of invited her over as the last thing i remember was being on the phone.
wake up and all i can see is 20 people sat around pretty much all staring at me, whilst i'm pranging out going WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CLOTHES.
make a sharp exit and arrange to see the girl that works for my dad again next week.
get home, call my dad, get a bath, get ready for work, dad picks me up and i get in the car still gurning my face off from these pills and eyes wide as saucers and my dads bird turns around whilst we're in the petrol station and says YOU LOOK PROPER FUCKED. dad gave me a condescending look when he dropped me off but then again he know's what it's like to be 16 and clubbing .
turn up at work and a colleague who is an old MoS and speed queen go-er shouts at me to get in the back of the shop and get some orange juice down my neck. got a lecture as well at the end of my shift about how drugs can kill people and that it's unfair to put that on my parents shoulders blah blah blah.. although to be fair i was gurning my face off on the till in the afternoon.
finish my shift, get a text from a mate saying 'house party?' go to morrisons, pick up 3 bottles of lambrini and order 10 pills. i invite that girl from my college course that i fancied and end up necking off with her whilst mildly hallucinating.
this was the start of my love / hate relationship with drugs and clubbing.
i'm sure badger knows what i mean.