EPTMichael is incredibly drunk and keeps repeating "spread and socialize!" while bugging people on the street. First, he tried starting a conversation with some 15 year olds that were drinking on the side of the road, but I think they were afraid of him (he's 1.88 m tall and pretty big) so we manage to move on. His next victim is a mexican guy that was going to get something to eat at the general store.
Somehow Michael manages to convince the Mexican guy that he should go out partying with us, so we have to wait for like 10 minutes while the guy gets changed (first time we saw him in our lives too). Unsatisfied, Michael keeps talking to random people until he finds a group of three English guys waiting on a corner.
So these guys look pretty normal, for English people anyway, and they convince Michael to go to a bar they knew that wasn't far away and was supposedly cheap. It didn't take much of an effort to convince Michael at this point, so there we went, the 3 English guys, the Mexican and us 4.
So we arrive at this place, and the first thing i notice is that the guys here are REALLY friendly. That's not a bad thing generally, but these guys were wearing really tight muscle t-shirts and girly pants, and were wearing quite a bit of jewelry. I was a bit confused at this point but thought, what the hell, I'm in England, people are different, maybe it's a cultural thing. Then some guy slaps me in the ass and looks at me in a strange manner and it finally hits me: I'm in a fucking gay bar.
It was so funny, we had all bought beers so we stayed a bit, and somehow managed to not attract much attention, until Michale started dancing, that is. The fucker still hadn't noticed we were at a gay bar and he was making all these hillarious moves, like you know, humping and going down, you know the deal, hahaha. And sure enough, some of the guys at the bar joined him. He still hadn't noticed he was surrounded by men that were checking him out and nodding their heads. In the end we had to pull him away, we really didn't want to lose our anal virginities that night and we left.
Next stop was a bar we had a flier for, "the body bag", which wasn't too far away so we got going. We got lost. Nobody had been in Manchester before (we had obviously lost the 3 gay guys that took us to that place) so we walked around for like 30 minutes and still couldn't find it, so we stopped to talk to some bouncers and they pointed us in the opposite direction we were going. Anyway, Michael was hungry and we stopped to get some fish and chips and ask for directions again. They pointed us in the direction we were coming from. What the fuck?
So we went back there and we noticed that the bouncers we had asked were actually, well bouncing, the place we were asking about (there was no fucking sign anywhere). It seems they thought I was too drunk to go in, so they pointed us in the wrong direction to get rid of us. WHAT THE FUCK. They didn't allow us in this time either, so we turned over some garbage bags in the alley (well, not we, I), out of sheer frustration.
Anyway, we met up with a friend I had found a few days earlier and we headed to "the footage". This place had really nice red couches where Michael sat down and slept on for like 2 hours (so was it really me the one that was drunk, eh? fuckers). Nothing much happened inside, we met some Erasmus people and had some fun, but they threw us out by 2 am (too early in my opinion). So I was waiting outside for everybody to come out, and some asshole throws a coke can from a car, full of ash, and it hits me right in the arm, ruining my white jacket. FUCKING HELL, what a night. I couldn't take any more so I headed home and left the jacket with some water and went to sleep promising to slash open some English tires the next morning.
. I'm still keeping my diary, just in a paper form, just for myself =).
