I once again stepped out of my comfort zone and headed out into the centre of Manchester to meet up with what turned out to be a massive bunch of near perfect strangers who I only know over the internet! In all the years I have considered myself a Browncoat and an Otaku I have never done this before. Only in Bronydom!
Now going to an actual organised convention is one thing and boy-howdy was BUCK ever a thing! But going to a general gathering in the city? yikes. But I put my best hoof forwards and strutted on out to meet a load of new people.
There were one or two familiar faces here and there and after a while I managed to loosen up a bit. And by ‘after a while’ I obviously mean ‘after a few ciders’. The day went rally well just chillin’ in the park as it were, then we headed to a pub and the real fun began.
Now if there is one thing that my friends know about me it;’s that I’m a chatty drunk! I will say anything to anybody regardless of relevance to the topic being discussed at the time. The medical term is Verbal Diarrhoea and I tend to develop a very acute case of this quite quickly. I also tend to turn into a walking, talking chiche which I vaguely remember doing that night. Spouting something about how I had the year from hell (true) and ponies helped me to get through it. No idea where that one came from!!
What normally happens to me when I drink is that I get sleepy. When I start to nod off, time to go home. It seems that now the game has changed. I completely bypassed the sleepy stage and stayed on hyper and disorientated mode for quite a while until the inevitable happened. 7 pints (WOW!) of cider after I started and it starts making my acquaintance again. My problem is I cant remember anything about 15 minutes or so leading up to that point. All I remember is the act, and it’s like I’m remembering it with my eyes closed.
I have no idea who was around me at the time or who was in range. I remember being taken out of the club and sitting down on some steps outside and turning down every offer for a taxi that was thrown my way. I had a tram ticket and I was damn well gonna use it! One of my boys, as they are now being known as following a few hours of erratic swaying and very bad singing, walked/carried/supported me to the tram station and put me on the tram. I was fairly coherent at the time, well, enough so that I would operate my touch screen phone to call for a lift and not end up with 30 anchovy pizzas.
I am rather ashamed of myself. I have always been super critical of people who go out and binge drink and now that is exactly what I have done. People have been telling me that I shouldn’t apologise but I’m sure they are just being polite. I mate a complete fool out of myself in front of a whole bunch of new people I really like and I’m supposed to me 27!!!
Ok, yes! I’m a 27 year old who watches My Little Pony, I know what you are thinking, real mature. Well I happen to think it is! So there! Nanny-nanny boo-boo stick your head in doo-doo!
I am very very thankful that this group of strangers has turned out to be a bunch of people that I could rely on when in a very vulnerable state. I even made it home with my brand new Dr Whooves plushie still in my bag!