The Inner Workings of a Sound Addict

On holiday for a few days with the fam, with pretty shoddy recall apart from this first night, where I remembered two:

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2/4/12

I'm going to a rave, but make a stop at my mate's house [though it looked nothing like it]. Once inside the club, I see various friends, old and new, and begin to get drunk. By the end of the night, I'm dancing with a girl I used to know [but in no way find attractive] but in an old fashioned, no-touching way. Any sudden advances I make are quickly parred away, as if it were the 1940s, so I stay back and skank unnecessarily to the jazz music being played. I'm wearing sunglasses at this point, looking like a complete fool, and it doesn't come as a surprise when I think I hear people laughing at me.

It's nearly the end of the night and I'm getting frustrated by the lack of acknowledgement I've been getting, so I spin the girl round to face me in an attempt to bring her in closer. This doesn't work, and instead I get lightly told off. Conceding, I peck her on the lips and leave the club - but not before someone from my old school walks past me with wearing no underwear.

All my friends have left at his point, and the night is coming to an end. I can't remember any of the night, despite not being that drunk, and I realise my mistake at not finding something to drop. I return to my mate's house, but it's empty. I ring my friends to no avail, so go to bed. Suddenly, one of the friends I tried to ring is in the bed next to mine, and starts talking.

What's really interesting is that the room was the same as the one I was staying in that night (on holiday) and on waking up in the morning, I still believed my friend was in the next bed for at least 2 to 3 minutes. A reverse false awakening of sorts.

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I'm in a kitchen of a flat in my uni accommodation with a friend of mine and several random metalheads. We're eating pizza, but not just ANY pizza, this pizza's musical. Each slice corresponds to a section of the song that's playing in the background, and you're restricted to eating only the corresponding slice when it's played.

When everyone leaves, I begin to flirt with a girl I've never met about cheese. I'd love to know what I said specifically, but whatever it was, she was loving it. I go back to her room briefly, and put her block of cheese on her windowsill [no, that's not a euphemism], still flirting strong.

Once I've left, I walk up some stairs to the main part of uni, past a huge crowd of people returning from a football match. My old head of sixth form begins to give a speech on a stage in the middle of the crowd, which soon gets overrun by students in a flash mob. Almost spontaneously, however, some pick up guitars and begin to play together.