Give me a few pints, a few friends and some good conversation in a pub any day

Yeah the buzz last for a bit that long.

Im not a weed smoker, only when i need to come down and sleep after a night on coke.

Yeah, fair enough. Besides obvious extreme outliers (heroin being the prime example) I don’t think any recreational substance should be fully illegal (let’s not forget alcohol was illegal in the States for a time less than 100-year. ago) but yeah. I’ve never been a fan of stimulants besides coffee/caffeine (including the caffeine what comes in energy drinks) and maybe the kola-nut. I know 90% of investment bankers have to depend on the white stuff to help them function and get through 100-hour weeks but I don’t like to be around people when they’re high on coke. Generally I get off the stimulant train at double-espressos.

I haven’t actually been to a club since the end of 2019 (no joke) but when I did go I’d always try to get half my money’s worth by sticking around to the end/4-5 a.m.-ish. I share your general frustrations, ’though. My speaking voice is naturally very husky and low (I get well-spoken as a speaking-descriptor a lot but certainly not loud) so I never counted on being heard properly in clubs (outside the bathroom and smoking area). Even bars that I actively like have the issue of it being too loud for any normal conversation to flow from someone who has such a low voice so I don’t mind going to these places alone. I’m fairly reserved (which I think has been well-established on here by now) so I don’t mind riding solo at the best of times anyway but my voice being the way it is is just more incentive for me to keep to myself in those situations. I’m just not loud enough to thrive conversationally in those spaces. My voice sounds normal (because it is) in just-about any other setting but in noisy environments it’s just too deep and low to be heard easily.

I was exactly the same…

A man after my own heart [emoji38]

:love:

We would start in a local pub then go to a club under a hotel it had a bar on one side that had live bands

We would stay there until it was time to close then walk across to the club, no drink no drugs
Dancing sober talking to women getting off with women pulling women

Then out to my car drive to a kebab van then home unless I found myself in the company of women then I might end up at her place

Dancing for hours on E was magical. I really loved the music too so it went hand in hand

Friday and Saturday nights was club time for me and my gal pals. We started off in the local pub, loved it there and then got a taxi into the town and went to Crystals nightclub. Ah the memories, mostly drunken.

Me too

Many a night clubbing in the 90s, E'd up.

The confidence an E or two gave you was astounding. The most happy drug I ever took.

I feel deeply in love with women on a Sat night after taking E, come Monday i wouldn't even remember their name's. Good times.

Went clubbing every Friday and Saturday night. Dancing was my drug.
Went to the pub 6 nights a week and most Sunday afternoons.
More or less from age 17 until 21, had a bit of a burn out and settled down somewhat, then met hubby and that was it, quite angelic since.:laugh:

How old actually were you when you first started clubbing (if you don’t mind me asking, of course)?

16/17
Same as the pubs.

Anyway, that’s why fake IDs are common so it’s not exactly a rare thing, especially not back then. I lent out my provisional license to a buddy once or twice when I was 18 but I personally have never been such an outgoing person so I was more than happy to wait until I was 18, and even then I almost had to be dragged out kicking and screaming (I ended up in some flat-party for pre.-drinks and then it just sort of happened after a good dose of Dutch courage). I just drank WKD when I was 16/17 (milk-bars served me, and challenge 25 wasn’t particularly a thing in newsagents at that time).

I never had a fake ID but you would know which bars and clubs were more likely to let you in, there was always a few that would

After pub house raves was where it was at.

Yeah. Plus it was a bit easier back then to get away with buying alcohol under 18. If you were one of those 15-year-olds who looked freakishly older than your age you might’ve gotten away with it on a ‘good’ day but letting mature 16/17-year-olds through kind of always seemed like a fair compromise to me. I didn’t exactly have the most defined face when I was 16/17 (nor 18 to 20 at that) but I had a lot of facial hair (I grew a trimmed beard officially at 18-ish but had a moustache from at least 15) and generally I was pretty mature so I got away with it in milk-bars. I never had such loud teenage social inclination to try my luck at the club like I said so I very-much waited until I was of age on that front.

Unfortunately for me back then i looked pretty young for my age, I still managed to get in to a few places though :p

I can't remember ever getting asked for ID here when clubbing. I did always look older than I was and a lot of the people I went with were older too so I kind of got in the middle of them on the way in :laugh:

When I was in the States it was a pain as I was 20 and they card you EVERYWHERE there. I turned 21 whilst I was there but used to use my International Driving Licence as ID and that fooled them into thinking I turned 21 a couple of months before I did as they read my birthday as 3rd January instead of 1st March due to the inverted way they write dates :laugh:

My issue was passing for a broad range of ages when I was in my late-mid. to late teens. Most people definitely thought I looked at least somewhat older than I was but there was a time when I was 18 where certain people insisted I only looked 15/16 but like I said I had a beard and moustache so I really didn’t look that young. You might look young in the face alone if you have small-looking deep-set eyes (I have that and it was worse in my teens) but the rest of your body is a more accurate and consistent clue. That’s why I looked 25 to some people and barely 16 to other people when I was 18. As you can imagine I used to hate it when that demoralising minority insisted I only looked 80% of my age.

I was only 18 when I went to the states, luckily one of the other aupairs I got friendly with(she was from Cork as well) knew one Pub in Boston where the main bar man (it was a tiny pub so he was mostly there by himself) was from Cork too so he would always lets us in