Wooo another 18th Birthday and this time it was Michael 'Mikey Boy' Lewis.

The group celebrations started on the Thursday night with a nice steak dinner in the stage door restaurant in Wimbledon. The meal was being paid for Mike's mum so of course we all had starters as well as the steak, and very tastey it was too. The bill came to over £100 but as i said we wern't paying so that was no problem. We then quickly went into weatherspoons for a couple of pints before heading off home to regenerate before school the next day but more importantly for the next evenings celebrations.

On to Friday night, for me it started badly, I forgot to bring my bloody passport, so 5 minutes down the road I had to run back and get it.. This did not make me the latest person though. Typically Mike was late but it was his day so he can be forgiven but Matt was gonna be 25 mins late so we got the bus without him, I mean we didnt want to waste good drinking time now.

When we got to Kingston we looked for somewhere to get a few cheap drinks in before the main event. We found Lloyds which used to be a Weatherspoons and so it was brilliantly cheap.. the bad thing about this was it was bloody packed and so took half an hour to get served, Matt had even caught up with us by the time the 1st round was bought (well we actually bought two rounds simultaneously, didnt want to have to wait again) Those were drank with haste and before i knew it me and Mike were up at the bar again and contrary to popular belief we only bought a pint each and did not have double shots of sambuka...

after that we moved upstairs to get a bit more room, Shane meanwhile went to the DJ to get him to say happy birthday to Mikey Boy for the first time that evening. We had another pint and shot each and listened to a few tunes and then by about 10:30/11 we made our way to the Works

The Works is a massive club, unfortunately it dabbles mostly in R'n'B and Hip Hop but due to Oceana being over 19s we didnt really have much choice.

As soon as we got into the place we went up to the bar for another round of Sambucca beforw heading to the dance floor.. No not the main one, we were off to the Cheese room as that was where the good music was at.  We were all up there for a good while listening to the likes of the Proclaimers, Jackson 5 and of Course Bon Jovi (which we heard about 10 times over the night). There wasnt much action in the cheese room though so we did venture down to the main floor which was pretty packed and largely with lovely ladies. We spent a bit of time there before Dave got his arse pinched by some fat (not overweight or plump, just plain FAT) girl who then proceeded to 'shake her thang' in front of me, it was both disturbing and hilarious. We quickly walked away from that. We were then ambushed by bikini clad women selling shots.. who can say no to half naked women so we had 2 of those then scooted off back to the cheese room for some more of the real stuff. A few of the group had some more drinks but I, despite my usual crown of one of the best drinkers in the group, turned it down. For a while we danced there again until Dave and Mike sneaked off and I was left with Matt and Shane in the cheese room (im nit sure where little dave had dissapeared to at this point). Neither Matt or Shane are bg dancers and so they were standing round the sides leaving me to dance in on my lonesome which was a bit lame, so we went to find the others.

We caught up with them back on the main dance floor dancing with some ladies.. I moved in and stole the one that Dave was dancing with and just as she was starting to lean into me (who can blame her) Dave took my hand and put it on her arse, she quickly then walked away. This was a tad annoying.. that scotish bastard. Anyway we carried on dancing there for a while before I made another break for the cheese floor. Here we met some girls who Dave knew somehow, knows everyone that boy, and we danced with them for most of the rest of the evening. The Tunes were starting to fly now, YMCA, Cotton Eyed Joe and a bit of Girls Aloud just to mention a brief intersection of it. And finally Mike brought out his signature move, the 'dealing of the cards' which was again spectacular.

The evening (which at this point was now morning) was slowing down, although apparently not for Mike who dissapeared back down to the dance floor and apparently pulled twice.. but none of us saw it. I drank a coke.. i actually couldnt face any more alcohol.. getting sensible in my old age. Dave got a kiss goodnight (only on the cheek) from the really hot girl that he knew. And then we left the club at about 2am. Me and Dave were up for staying longer but no one else seemed to.

At first there was a bit of confusion about how we were getting home.  Little Dave took the sensible option, the Night Bus which I now wish I had taken. The rest of us took cabs, mike and matt in one and me, dave and shane in the other. Cost bloody £18 for the 3 of us to get home, disgraceful. Anyway I got home at about ten to 3 in the morning and fell straight to sleep

END!

next post is more than likely to be about Wednesdays trip to see the Holloways.. WOO