A night at the pub

My mood was very odd yesterday. I went to the pub yesterday & my brother was on duty. The pub was fairly busy so I played some Beethoven, Schubert and Chopin, followed by some old music-hall songs. This turned into a singalong which went on for about an hour. Lovely. I really enjoyed it. My friend's birthday bash kicked off around 9pm. Then some other friends turned up, as well as some of the nice regulars. It was such a fun evening. Lots of laughter, lots of talking, and a huge sea of friendship. It was wonderful, that is until Cunt the First turned up. He left us alone to start with, as he had a fresh batch of victims to bore the tits off.
Closing time approached and only my brother, I and the cunt were there. He would not stop talking. He just wouldn't. As usual it was like one long sentence that seemed to go on interminably. I felt increasingly awkward and exploded: "For fuck sake, will you shut up". He took the hint and left shortly afterwards. I felt very ashamed of myself, but am not sorry for what I said.
I went to bed at 4am and got up at 10.45am, having been awake for some time. I still feel drunk from yesterday, but I don't have a hangover. I enjoyed yesterday and needed to let myself go, just for a few hours.