
The ultimate weekend itinerary to make any Nottingham student happy
If you were brave enough to tackle dry Jan, here’s a way to make up for all of your lost drinking (and spend the money you saved on VKs)
The second semester is here, and with it comes the harsh reality of deadlines, dissertations, and dread that your three years in the postcard-pretty (lol) City of Nottingham is coming to a close.
But fear not!
There’s still time to fully immerse yourself in everything Notts has to offer, chaos and all.
Friday: A dip in the Ocean
Start the weekend off strong with the only acceptable Friday night activity in Nottingham: Ocean.
It’s the home of questionable decisions, a wave of orange VKs, and more Baywatch outfits than David Hasselhoff could handle.
Things to do once you make it past the first hurdle (trying to get the Nottingham app to load to prove you are indeed a student while you get hit by your pres drinks) include:
- Go to Medics bar: You will probably see every character ever there – the good, the bad, and the gloriously messy in-between.
- Avoid the photo booth: The most unflattering photo booth in the world. Gigi Hadid would struggle to get a good pic in there.
- Sing your heart out: No one will ever know that you don’t know a single word.
Bonus points if you find Andy the Hoe.
Saturday: Hair of the Dog
It’s the morning after the night before.
Hangovers are a mindset. Let the regret and the (lack of) memories wash over you, there’s no time for wallowing – you’ve got a full day ahead.
First things first, for a bit of light entertainment, check snapmaps (never your bank account or your call history).
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One will tell you where your housemates are (at the love of their life’s house), the other will cause a physical reaction ending up over the toilet. Not worth it.
Head up (the mountain that is) Derby Road to Park Stores for a sandwich. It’s a hangover cure like no other.
Head back down the mountain and slip onto the sofa for a well-deserved rot and debrief. It’s important to at least try and patch together what went down in the Big O. For a personal touch, whack Fleabag on and blaze up a candle from the Primarni home section.
If you fancy breathing in some fresh, vape-charged air, head to town and hit up the Vicky C.
Town on any normal day is slightly overwhelming- make it a Saturday and you feel like someone’s clashing the cymbals over your head.
See: The cymbal monkey from Toy Story.
That being said, 200 Degrees has the best coffee, Urban Outfitters always has a sale on the perfect going out top, and Boots have a great deal on paracetamol (49p x).
After what will feel like a pilgrimage back home via Derby Road Sainsbury’s to scavenge something for supper, relax before trotting up to the Organ Grinder.
My favourite pub. A casual pint never hurt anyone.
That is until you end up in Raglan Road telling everyone you’re Irish and (attempting to) Irish jig to Galway Girl, while splitting the G.
A couple Baby Guinnesses will do that to those of us with a weird crush on Ed Sheeran.
If the night continues in your favour, a stein in Bierkeller will slip down perfectly before heading to bed before someone suggests Mojos.
Sunday: Reset Day
A more wholesome take on the sights that beautiful Nottingham has to offer.
A brunch in Toast will remove all hanxieties about your claims to first-hand experiencing the harsh realities of the Potato Famine from the night before.
A full English, a bucket-sized iced latte, and a side of regret, please.
A little fresh air to cleanse your soul (and trick yourself into thinking you do live a healthy lifestyle) in Wollaton Park is the perfect way to spend your Sunday. Just avoid the deer.
And there you have it- the ultimate weekend in Notts. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, dance, sing, and feel all the emotions. Bring on Crisis Wednesday…