The Driver

At my flat I am the driver. I’m not the only one who has a car at uni but the only one who can actually drive, so this makes me the driver. Any where we go, I drive obviously. When I told my flatmates about my plan they didn’t seem best pleased. “Really? Why would you want to that?” was one response.

Last night we planned to go into Guildford for a meal, a few drinks then on to a club. Then I reminded everyone I wasn’t driving. So the train it is. The train station is about 20 minutes walk, everybody knows this, but we can never be ready in time. So with 15 minutes till our train left I half walked, half stumbled, (no I wasn’t drunk, just in heels) and even did a bit of running to the train station,.

We made the train but it wasn’t a fun journey. Sitting on the train I was feeling hot and sweaty and my feet hurt, not a good feeling to have at the very beginning of the night. Oh well at least not driving I could drink, or so I thought.

The meal was great, but by the time we had walked to the restaurant, got a table ordered it and eaten it was getting late and we had the last train to get back. One quick drink and back off to catch the train. Sitting on the train it occurred to me, I only had one drink, I could have driven!! Then to top it off, we got off at Farnham and it’s raining, you couldn’t make this up. So we decided a taxi back to the Student Union bar it is, seeing as we couldn’t go to a club that would have to do for a dance.

The SU looked pretty busy which was good, but on our way in the door man stops us and refuses us entry, apparently they close at 1 but stop letting people in at 12, it was 12.04! So back to the flat we go, sore feet, sober, overall not the best night. I miss driving already.