Story of Heels virus Rain (heavy Rain)
Travelling to Central with the rain storming down on us. Traffic was everywhere. Worst thing that could happen happened.
The car over heated. The car dial was fully turned over to red. “We need to pull over soon”. We got round the traffic and turned into a car park near St. James. One of the boys got out. He twisted one of the knobs underneath the bonnet and steam was pouring out fast. “Get a cloth!” He continued to try and twist the knob so it wouldn’t blow off! My friend got out the car to try help him. We were already late and the chances of getting into the club were slim. I was just hoping we didn’t need to walk all the way there.
They all got back in and turned on the engine. “Yay! It’s in the middle now!” So we continued our journey to oxford circus.
Traffic was really bad. We had a coach trying to turn into our road, another coach on our road, a long limo hummer, a bus and loads of stupid drivers in cars. It wasn’t a great start to the night. Rain was pouring down so hard you could barely see out the windows.
We we’re stuck on this road for a while. By then the car started to over heat again. So the boys decided to turn left down the road we were waiting on. We parked the car up and guess what?? We had to walk all the way there in the rain! (We were still near St. James)
My heels were soaked my feet were soaked the bottom part of my beautiful dress was soaked. Umbrellas don’t work and puddles don’t help. Marching on my feet to the club is not my idea of a night out. The boys weren’t so lucky. They didn’t have an umbrella they had their coats, which got soaked through.
I don’t remember whose idea it was, but the rain got so horrible we asked a guy on a bike, which carried people for a ride. (I think they are called toot toots??... Or are they motorbike powered ones?? Any ways you get what I mean). He offered to carry all four of us for 15 pounds. We protested for a Tenner. He didn’t agree so we continued out journey to the club. He came cycling back and agreed to carry all of us. We all popped in, it was a tight squeeze. We were on a role, but then we hit a bump on the road and the bike got stuck. He asked us all to get out. I couldn’t believe our luck but we broke his bike! We were so heavy we bent his wheel! I felt bad and gave him five pounds. This poor guy now couldn’t get any money tonight.
We had to run quickly, we all felt bad but we couldn’t be anymore late. It was 11 soon.
We finally arrived. The queue was huge!! People we’re all bunched together with umbrellas. My friend continued making phone calls to get us in. We got separated the boys had to wait as they let the girls in first.
First instinct was to run to the toilets to get dried off. “NO DRIER IN HERE!” “NO DRIER!”
A small Chinese lady was screaming. So I got some tissue to dry my feet. It didn’t really help. “ONLY ONE PERSON IN THE TOILET!” seriously why do girls want to share cubicles? I wouldn’t like to piss in front of my friends.
Finally got reunited with the boys and the party started!! It was a weird experience. Dancing with shoes that would barely stay on, cause they were still wet. Sweat and rain, drinks that were filled with too much orange…. I think it was orange? Didn’t taste like an alcoholic drink any ways was a good night to remember.
By the way people in the club looked horribly wet so… I didn’t care about the state I was in!
There should also be a age limit in clubs…. I mean for old people. There was one idiot who seemed to pop around who was old and creepy…. You don’t look like George Clooney so go home to your wife.
The winner of the story was the rain. So I think I’m going to avoid going out in the rain from now on. :)
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