One week on from the last night I managed to get out of the house for a night of fun, I made my way over to Paul and Sam's flat for her 21st birthday celebrations. I arrived spot on time at quarter to six to find that the only other person about was Sam's sister. There was quite a lot of snacking and champagne drinking for an hour or so until the other guests arrived and at this point we made our way over to the Custard Bar for a meal.

Apart from the people already mentioned, others present included three of Sam's girlfriends, her best friend from EHS, James (who is Paul's best friend from halls), Anthony (another friend) and Paul's brother Chris, who was in the same house as me at OSH.

The first mishap of the night involved climbing over the railings at the edge of the flat complex - only 4ft high this shouldn't have posed an issue, except that I was wearing my longcoat and as I jumped the back got pierced onto the steel spike behind me and I dangled there momentarily until I unhooked it. I think I need a new coat - well it's done me well until now.

Culsh was working behind the bar at the restaurant, and despite the premise he was 'working' when I went downstairs to use the toilet I found him leaning on the bar watching matches burn. I did busy up a bit later to be fair, so he wasn't being entirely employed to do nothing. He did also sort me out with a free drink when my food arrived a couple of minutes late, and also a plaster to sort out the ridiculous blister I had developed on the back of my foot from the new shoes. Why does this always happen? The last two pairs of smart shoes are fine in the shop, but then get them anywhere near anything that actually needs walking on and they start to bite.

After a good size turkey dinner and a wide selection of alcohol, we moved onto VisaVersa. It wasn't busy at all really, and we got straight in. There were a number of Vodbulls before we moved on over to the final venue of the night, Rain.

This was my first night at the venue; an ex-bar called Alcazar, the place is like a large hall with a central bar, plenty of jazzy bubbly water panels, laser lighting and a huge disco ball, and all carried out quite tastefully. Entry was extortionate (including the cloak room) but the night only proceeded to get better and better (I had already been having a good evening). There were quite a large number of course people out, both from my year and the year above including Sammi, Robbie (who also was celebrating his 21st), Jim, Si and Alex (both of whom had come up just for the night) and Ross. Nick and Scott also were out, and I bumped into Big Al a couple of times (it was his party - theme; Alice in Wonderland).

Everyone seemed to have a good laugh, and despite a tactical chunder early on (I still cannot work out why I got a extra-extra large sambuca when Sammi and Jen got normal sized) I never actually got totally incapacitated and like a coward switched to water later on in the evening when I realised I'd reached my peak happy level.

Even after the night had ended there was quite a lot of playing in the street until we got back to the house and I made my way back home. The walk did me good (as did the random shower at 3am this morning) and I woke up hangover-free this morning. Brilliant; what more could you ask for.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself today. I know there is work to be done, but it's just the kick start I need to get going. Hmm.