Midweek Lounge

As I might have mentioned before, Bristol is quite a lovely place to live, or indeed visit. Or in my case, to have lived and then keep on visiting. And so it was again this week when I had the chance to head down and welcome another close friend to the pensioner's club that is being 26.

But there was something a little bit different about this birthday - the owner of the event had gone all impetuous and youthful and decided that a midweek, Wednesday night party event was the way forward.

This meant two things - an excuse to take the rest of the week off work, and a chance to revisit the glory days of studenthood and take in some good, hard midweek drinking.

The night was a classic in most ways really - quiet, respectable start with good food, then the obligatory dirty birthday shot (and this one really was bad), then a bar or two before ending up in the most likely destination - the Lounge.

To anyone who's been in Bristol for a period of time, Lounge is like that comfy pair of old jeans that you slip on at the end of a long, hard working day. It's not particularly outstanding, but it tends to do the job pretty damn well nine times out of ten.

And so it was this week as well - still the same, still a good night out, and still the same fuzzy-lipped feeling from drinking £2.50 vodbulls the morning after.

One day I'll grow out of it, but happily, even though the numbers in the 26 club continue to swell, that day doesn't appear to have arrived just yet