I’m waiting for the night to come,

So, I can go out to a brand-new club,

And look forward to enjoying all the silly stories that come out in the morning,

They make everyone reminisce and enjoy the night.

Later, we all go out together to get drunk,

While the boring ones stay home all alone.

Making sure our IDs are ready,

We run together very clumsily around the city,

The general public around us, watch out,

As usual, the night ends with lots of policemen wanting to lock some people up.

Finally getting to the line for the club,

We pat ourselves down and clean each other up,

Making sure that we look kinda sober,

We need to get past security before we can get to the club,

The boys dash off quickly to the bar,

While us girls run off to the dancefloor,

Some people go off for a quick wee,

And the rest of us wait anxiously to start the night.

As the night progresses and we drink lots of shots, 

Everyone quickly gets smashed as we dance around on the main floor,

Vinyl opens up, so everyone rushes out,

For we all know, it’s where the guys find their nightly hook-ups,

The room also has sing-along songs like Mamma Mia,

As well as High School Musical that, usually brings along a few tears.

Our group splits up as the music gets pretty bad,

Some leave before the club closes, while others leave as they’ve lost the motive

When the lights finally turn on and all of the music all stops,

Lots of people check their short skirts and drink-stained tops,

The bouncers start to round us all up,

Making all the little groups push together,

We gradually get pushed to the exit,

I think my friends have run off to Ali’s

After a good night out, you need some greasy food to keep us all out!

My friends wait anxiously for their kebab and chips,

People in the queue keep dropping change on the floor,

While their friends just want to eat the rest of the food away from the door. 

We eventually leave the kebab store,

Walking around Guildhall, we suddenly look down,

And see what’s plastering the pavement all over the ground,

We look at the people on the floor, that are mostly passed out,

While they are lying in their sick very comfortably,

It’s obvious they had drunk way too much,

And within a few minutes, their mates come and pick them all up.

Battling our way through the dirty vomit,

As soon as we reach the end of the square, we run away to escape the bad smell!

Getting back into my friend’s house, we climb up the stairs.

Open the front door and crawl across the ground, 

Finally reaching the kitchen and comfy sofas, 

We all fall apart as the alcohol kicks in; some of my friends lie there and grin,

And the rest of us pass out after the nightly events!

This was written by our contributing writer, Shanai Besst.