"Friday, I'm in love"

Hangover saturday, feeling exhausted to the max.

Yeah, I went to a local bar last night, with my partner and friends.

Before the party. Terry called and told us the name of the bar, TV21, at northern quarter. When somebody has been living in Manchester for five years, I assumed she must know the place and the bars nearby. Well, I guess, there are just too many clubs and bars in town. To make things easy, we hopped on a taxi and arrived minutes later. Damn it, we could have really spend 10 minutes to walk, instead of paying 4 pounds for the cab. This happens a lot when you are living in the city centre. I wish I have my car with me.

Cut the long story short. We chatted a little and I got to know some new friends. Awkward silence happened as usual, and I figured out that we just need a couple more drinks. So, we downed a few rounds of beer. Strongbow cider is the shit, new to me and I like it. This shit is going to make me think of UK. It just like, Bali=beer Bintang, Laos=beer Laos, Manchester= Strongbow. See what I mean?

The music was awesome. Absolutely not that kind of lady gaga bar you imagined. Instead, they played some old school that everybody could sing along. First came the "sex on fire", warming up the atmosphere. Then, another classic, "Friday, I'm in love", heated up the entire bar. Everybody sang along and hands in the air.

-that's Terry, nice guy-

The bar was packed at first. Then after a while, people started to disappear and I was getting more spaces to move around. Before I have time to ask, Terry was so high and he shouted "Let's go to downstair" . Later, I found out the entire basement, is another heaven. The underground dance floor.

What happened next, I think you know better than me, you party animals. ha ha!

Wicked night.

-Hannah, the one I'm in love with-