Showing posts with label Going out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Going out. Show all posts

02 April 2011

Did someone just call me...?

LOVE this song.




I feel so anti-faminist right now - those fucking Ying-yang twins are mysoginistic fucks but WHAT A FUCKING CHOOOON.

I can't not shake it to this.

18 March 2011

Diva Alert

This song is some diva shit. Calling him out and predicting what tomfoolery is going down is as good as it gets in a shitty situ.

21 May 2010

I thought I was hungover yesterday...

Holy Sweet Jesus.
I thought I was hungover yesterday? That was nothing on today...I'm ill, I'm dying. I don't even care anymore, I'm about to walk out in my street and beg a car to hit me, I feel so unwell.

This should technically be a great hangover day, I have all the hangover food that I bought yesterday but didn't eat because I was out drinking again, I have the house (and thus, the remote)  to myself, I should have added tolerance to the pain because I just went through this yesterday, but somehow I feel so bad that nothing is good.
So I mentioned that I have so little time left in Dublin, I have decided to take all the oppurtunities to go out and do stuff I can. So yesterday, I was just drifting off into a end-of-hangover fug when my flattie texted to say lets go boozing outside in the Pav. I couldn't refuse. So, we went there, lots of Devils Bit cider.
Later we went to Base Bar, which is kind of the reason for this post. So Base Bar is a club just off Grafton Street and I've only been on  Thursday which is gay night.
It is an absolute whale of a time! Within minutes of being in there the hits were stacking up. We're talking Gaga, Cheryl, Beyonce and Robyn...diva-licious!

Being a single girl I don't often go to gay bars just because I'm usually on the hunt for a male who likes the female form but Base bar is a great spot. The drink is sooooo cheap! You can get a vodka and energy drink for €4 and a tequila for €2. Although, I really overdid it last night *stabs self in eye*

I love a good dance-y night out, just drink a few shots and then get on the dancefloor. Anyway I can't talk about this anymore. I'm going to murder myself then hopefully eat some garlic bread.