Get yourself to the Mclub...find yourself a...a....hmm?

Exams (for dosers subjects in Queens) are over and thus party time has begun all round. Despite my long standing stereotype of Mclub being Northern Ireland's equivalent to a cowboy convention it has never provided a bad night out. In fact, it is always the opposite. With the prospect of preswal at 71c-Mclub-Rain- Subway, it was inevitably going to be a good night.

"71c. 8pm. Pre-Swal. Be there". This was the text sent round the usual hallions with a disappointing reply from one such Gina McCune and Jacinta Connolly both of whom were still being boring and studying (they unluckily still have exams). The swal consisted of Cravis, Steph and two unbelievably drunk boys from Holywood, Andy Boal and Eoin Donnelly. The antics of these boys has led me to reconsider my friendship with them(JK) as Mr Boal fired our souvenir road sign into the neighbours garden...two houses away and all toilet rules broken i.e. a mass clean up was needed involving a complete change of outfit.

When everyone had become appropriately liqueured the Mclub was hit. We may have left slightly early thinking there would be a queue however this was unnecessary as when we walked in there were more barmen than partiers. It should be stated that this at no point is a bad thing and the only person to think otherwise would be the banker. The cheesiest music in the world was blasting...AND WE LOVED IT! When you get hit with that amount of cheese you can do nothing but run to the dance flo and that is what was done. On one such groovey train to the flo we found our English comarades, who despite being English know how to have bant. We were honoured that Stu-Roy had taken a night off dungeons and dragons to come party, although his failure to come to Rain sets questions on this matter. Other unexpected clubbers were the white equivalent Tiger Woods' (Jack and Zach) from the golf club and the Nixon twins who unbelievably seemed to be enjoying the music as much as the usuals.

Rain is always a good call. These are the words that everyone normally regrets the next morning. Eoin had been lost in Mclub due to an unforseen WKD/ Bouncer incident but Andy managed to re-emerge for an extra bant session. While Crilly had been lost upstairs for the guts of 45 mins a keen game of dares was taking hold of the beer garden. The conclusion to this is that Ben Reece does in fact have balls and is not affraid to use them (particularly on the same sex) ;). Tuesday was clearly the night everyone took off facebook as we literally ran into Killian and Rowan both off whom we haven't seen since they got evicted from Malone Ave a couple of months ago along with Dale and Kathy (pretty sure they are stalking me...I see them everywhere I go).

Subway. Well this basically consisted of multpile footlongs and and interesting Crilly/ Steph 6" face-off which can be laughed at now but at the time was not so funny. One thing was also clear -no one was coming back to 71. Not even if they were extremily quiet (Hannah had an exam the next morining). This conversation on a party at ours lasted 33 minutes with the same answer everytime resulting in a trusting AA DIzzle lift home and Crilly continuing the party in Dunmurray with Steph. Thinking of this all now I can't even understand how this was decided...it must have been a funny conversation to be eavsedropping in on anyway.

Tuesday night is THEE night. Everyone and their dog was out. I am almost hoping to re-enact it next week as the bant was in full flow. Sadly this may not happen. The English boys visas run out pretty soon I doubt they will show. Sure there is always next year lads. I am however thinking that Filthy McNasties needs a hit pretty soon but this will definately require a complete vintage look makeover... unlike mclub...

xox