Anti-Social Club

Friday night was the company's official Christmas night out. There was also an unofficial night out, attended by a group of eight of us who fancied doing our own thing.

First port of call for the Anti-Social Club was the Republic Bier Halle, for some tasty lagers and equally tasty (not to mention jaw-droppingly overpriced) pizza. Fortunately we had reserved a table in advance - turned out this was a wise move, as a group the size of ours would have been hard-pressed to get in otherwise. After that it was round the corner to Buzzy Wares in Princes Square, until chucking-out time.

From there, the remaining four of us headed over to the casino where the official night out was taking place. We got there around 1am, just in time to see most of them leaving while we were standing in line to get in. I think they were a little surprised - and in some cases, possibly a tad miffed - to see us there. Anyhow, we had a few drinks at the bar before heading downstairs to where to the action is. 'Action' being the usual casino stuff. Blackjack, roulette, slot machines, hookers. You know the kind of thing.

I didn't take much to do with the gambling - after all, I'm not the kind of guy to let gambling stand in the way of some serious drinking. Somehow we managed to pass the time until about 5am before going our separate ways. If I'd known I was going to be out until that time, I might not have bothered booking a hotel room for the night. I'd checked into the hotel at Central Station. By the time I got back there it was almost 5:30am - another half hour or so and I could have taken the first train home. But I figured that since the room was already paid for, I may as well use it, even if it was only for a few hours. Three and a half hours, as it turned out. Still, at least I managed to sleep for most of that time.