Worldoftui From Sweden, joined Aug 2007, 0 posts, RR: 0 Reply 5, posted (8 years 10 months 4 weeks 12 hours ago) and read 1629 times:
It's a difficult thing, trying to plan to arrive at the club at precisely the correct level of drunkenness. Too little and the music is terrible, and it will cost you a fortune in drinks. Too much, and the room is spinning before you get in, that is if the door staff allow you in drunk.
Generally, out to town by 9 for some drinks, possibly having had a couple of "short ones" prior to departure. Aim to be in the club for midnight in order to get a few hours raving and hardcore shenanigans in.
BOEING747-700 From , joined Dec 1969, posts, RR: Reply 8, posted (8 years 10 months 4 weeks 9 hours ago) and read 1603 times:
I use to go out around nine PM, but now I am getting old so I start to get tired around 11 and then I dont want to do sweet nothing. But on the odd time I do go out I like to be at the club by 10:30 and be home by 2 AM. I am more of a day person now, I use to be a night guy but times have changed
ZKSUJ From New Zealand, joined May 2004, 6971 posts, RR: 10 Reply 13, posted (8 years 10 months 4 weeks 1 hour ago) and read 1560 times:
Wow, I work on saturdays and sundays, so I spend most of my spare time sleeping. I finish at about 9pm on a friday, get home at 10, sleep work at 5am, finish at 5pm, watch TV, sleep, and back to work again at 5am on sunday.
BMAbound From Sweden, joined Nov 2003, 660 posts, RR: 5 Reply 14, posted (8 years 10 months 4 weeks 1 hour ago) and read 1554 times:
Mostly, it's around 22.00. Many of the better clubs here in Stockholm don't let people in after midnight or 1 am unless they're 20 or older. If 18 and 19 year olds get there before that time, it's usually not a problem... Weird...
Worldoftui From Sweden, joined Aug 2007, 0 posts, RR: 0 Reply 17, posted (8 years 10 months 3 weeks 6 days 3 hours ago) and read 1502 times:
I especially liked when I was carried out by two bouncers (holding me up at my shoulders) and two friends (holding me up at my legs) out to the car. ...beats the walk of shame!
How classy? hehehe
I got one. Steep flight of stairs. Me at the top. I had spoken with the doorstaff at the top and told them that I was fine. To prove it, they wanted to watch me walk down the stairs. Half way down, my legs just gave way and I fell. Ouch. Looked up at them, and just said "I'll be going home now then."