Woah that was an odd evening...
Impressionable youths first dabbling with mind altering drugs at the age of 16, we attended a house party with no intention of staying sane for longer then necessary, so tabs were taken, cider was drunk, and skunk was smoken.

After about 90minutes my good mate Dom receives a phone call... "Dom, it's Les, I'm working in The Venue, Dudley, come down if you want." Well, working behind the bar might mean a few pints, and the party had fizzled out a fair wack from everyone getting far too lean.

We headed up, my brain absolutely frying, all dressed in jeans and trainer. Standing in the doorway, my mate creasing in a tiny ball in the shop doorway next door, he then disappears and returns 10 minutes later with mixed meat and chips. It takes about 15 minutes of discussion with the Bouncers trying to get in, when Les walks past the door, so we collar him and enter the building.

Now I've never step foot in this place before, we're all feeling a little 'sticky' at this point, and I've never seen a place like it.

Red carpets, massive stairways, huge golden dangley light things, all in the middle of Dudley, I thought it was the acid playing tricks with me, no was this real. Anyway, we went upstairs into this massive hall, disappeared to the bar got some drinks, and went back into the main room, more of the same, it looked like the Oscars, tables of food and champagne, hundreds of people dressed in Ballgowns and the smartest suits you've ever seen. We sit at our table at the back, trying to take in exactly what is happening, but it's incredibly difficult for a 16year old with no concept of time or space at the best of times. My one mate still creasing as a tiny ball, my other mate vegging, and me starstruck by the whole occasion.

It wasn't until we'd sat there for about 30mins that we realised we were in an Afro-Carribean Solicitors Convention. There were four whiteboys in the back absolutely monged and probably making a rather large and unneccesary scene for all these Jamacian Solicitors.

But how we laughed, better then the poxy houseparty, and I met a lovely yound lady by the name of Antoinette, who unfortunately moved away about 2 yrs ago.

Oh well, nothing will ever top that night for me, absolutely vegging in a room full of Jamacian Solicitors in the middle of Dudley, HAPPY DAYS!
(trimmah, Tue 18 Apr 2006, 13:21, Reply)