Two Men (and a Girl) in a Boat

Lucinda Ross explains that Edinburgh nightlife isn’t for the weekend.


For me, the preparation for having people to come and stay is like that scene from the Stepford Wives, minus the three story mansion and the perfectly coiffed hair, of course. I spend two days manically cleaning the kitchen and racing around the supermarket trying to give the impression of “I live here” opposed to “I live here with two boys and no dishwasher”. Then once dinner is over, I drop my façade, put on some disco pants and morph into some fun loving student who spends more time in Cowgate than sitting in my bed with Netflix every Friday night.

I’m not going to lie, I love a good night in on a Friday with my onesie and my laptop as much as I do falling out of Cab Vol on a Monday night getting told to “freshen up” by the notoriously narky bouncers. I know what you’re thinking, this girl is an absolute crank, you’re a student, you should be going out but to tell the truth, I love a good ugly night in. Whilst everyone is running to the Scotmid at five minutes to ten, I’m casually sauntering in piling my basket up with chocolate and ice cream. No closing time for the chocolate isle, eh?

Friday night in bliss.

Friday night in bliss.

Where I’m going with this? I enjoy going out during the week then spending the end of it recovering or sitting in with my friends. When my friend from Liverpool came up on numerous occasions, she was shocked at the Saturday night that Edinburgh had to offer. Refusing to pay Why Not’s £8 entry we ended up in Liquid Rooms, her, me and three other awkward locals wishing that it were a Friday and some over enthusiastic DJ playing to an empty dance floor. Needless to say, we called it a night via McDonalds and were in bed by 11:30.

That awkward moment...

That awkward moment…

This time I was determined to show her that an Edinburgh nightclub can attract more than five people, I invited her up on the Friday and took her to a flat party prior to a DJ set in Cabaret Voltaire. Thankfully she drunk a bottle of vodka and asked me to take her back to the flat. Despite my efforts, I ended up where I would have anyway, in my bed with Netflix.