board games + indie disco.

spent my evening in a pub with three of my close friends and my boyfriend playing southampton monopoly. it's the joys of monopoly in the context of southampton... you can actually buy the marlands.

at first it felt a little lame but we were bored and had nothing to gossip about to preoccupy us so we caved in one by one and conceded that southampton monopoly would not be an all bad activity to partake in.

i was the little westie dog (as always), katy was the thimble, joe was the "indie boot" (not quite sure what was so cool and indie about it but that's joe for you), aidan was the top hat whilst my dear richey was the iron.

in the space of two hours this small yet powerful game evoked some very strong emotions... as well as lot of gratuitous swearing at one another. katy went to jail about ten times and because of this it took her the first hour to pass go by which point there wasn't very many sites that she could buy up. but half an hour later she had landed on free parking winning over £2000 (monopoly money that is) of our taxes and house repair money. richey and aidan busted out the old "team ginger" mentality and managed to buy up the purple and green sites and built a fleet of hotels in anticipation of the rest of us poor saps landing on their sites. annoyingly enough, we always managed to skip through the danger area. joe and i had little tantrums over the brown and blue sites. i like the blue ones, i have no idea why but collecting them all in a game is the ultimate satisfaction for me, and joe tried to crush my blue dream. so i tried to crush his brown dream. we ended up trading of course.

all this time we were shouting at each other, bargaining as if our lives depended on it and calling each other the most horrid names under the sun. but we were all having a really lovely time.

the game finished when time was called. katy won. needless to say she had the last laugh.

the night was all geared up to end there but then we decided that yes we should go to the indie disco... just for one hour anyways.

i think i was stuck in my monopoly frame of mind. everything wasn't as warm and fuzzy as it had been in the pub (btw, i wasn't drinking tonight as i'm skint and driving). everything seemed very stark and cold. the cliques of indie girls and boys began to turn up in their droves. and i began to feel like an old age pensioner in comparison. this is quite a common feeling i experience nowadays, particularly at this certain indie disco. i worked out this evening that it will be nearly 9 years that i would have been going to the same place and seeing the same people. one would think that perhaps i should get out of my rut and move on, but then i'd miss out on the dancing.

one hour later, i left by myself and i left them to their disco dancing. i felt bad but all i really wanted was my bed. i know it doesn't make me trendy but i'm certainly warm and fuzzy.