Congratulations Robins!

Having had two big sessions in a row I was in no mood to have a beer...

"I've just passed the hardest module of my course and I'm going to get smashed!" shouts Robins as he storms into the Club.

"Ah!" I say, almost to myself.

So it was that we started session number 3 and began celebrating his good news. The place emptied till it was just me and him sat with a stubby, toasting his success. A group of local youths had congregated outside so it seemed a good time to lock up and make a move. We went via Mum and Dad's where Robins popped in to introduce himself and I picked up some clothes to change into. Half way to the pub Herman called to inquire our whereabouts and was staggered to hear that we had opted for pub a) when pub b) was closer and as he put it "not a sh1t hole". It being too late we carried on and arranged to meet him somewhat later.

For a young guy Robins can be surprisingly savvy. We sat and talked in great depth about a number of things. It turns out we have both been having some rough times lately for a number of different reasons but we were able to drown our sorrows together.

When Herman arrived our thoughts had just started to wander toward extending the night and heading for town. He kindly gave us a lift and we entered JB's with a night of promise ahead of us.

Robins pulled a girl who turned out to be the sister of an old school friend of mine. I hadn't seen him in years but sort of remembered his sister. As we piled out of the club it transpired that the other sister and a mate were about too and we all headed off for a few more.

Later on I headed back to Mum's leaving Robins to walk home still receiving texts from one of the three girls, which one now escapes me.