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Re: Whatever, Let's Have A Goddamn Blog Thread, But Try And Keep It Reasonable, pt B

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KickThatBathProf:
It's alright, you haven't gotten "broheim" yet, so you're good.

Inlander:
Man, it could be worse. I just realised the other day that I'm the guy who hangs out with the guy who owns the bar. I don't know if I really want to be that guy.

But it is a cool bar.

SonofZ3:
Hey, it can't be as bad as the moment of realization that occurs when you're at the bar, and you see those two girls that you KNOW have been there 5 times that week already, and you think: "Man, thats pathetic. Those girls fucking live at this place. What the fuck are they doing at the bar at 11:30AM again anyway?....Oh wait.....shit."

Eris:
Dear Blog:

Last night started off pretty mediocre, ended up pretty awesome.

est, his housemate Jubb and I went to Nevereverland (a festival of electronic-y music) at about 7pm. It was pretty terrible, and none of us were really into it; we were watching Cut Copy play and I was just standing there, arms crossed, glaring at the back of the balding guy in front of me's head. We stayed there for a total of 2 hours, bailing at 9 to go to a nearby pub to get a drink before deciding what to do.

We decided to go on a pub crawl, because Jubb realised he'd never seen me drunk and tonight sounded like a good time to see, then maybe we would go to a club at the end of it. 6 bars later (having one drink at each of them, though at one we had a cocktail each and another we had two shots) we ended up at the club. On the way we got told by a bouncer to have a drink for him (hence the two shots rather than one), talked about how bad a season it was to be an Arsenal supporter with some dudes in a different bar and insulted a barlady with our bad Irish accents. So far, the night had perked up considerably.

The club was where we saw fatty and athur, danced with them for a bit, then after they left just danced and drank until about 4am when the club closed. For some reason there was a sausage sizzle going on as we walked by, so each of us needed one (Jubb didn't finish his, the pansy) and somehow snagged a taxi and got home to listen to Public Enemy and other stuff like that. So we basically drank from 9-5. It got to the point where I needed to hold on to something when dancing otherwise I would have fallen over. It was pretty awesome.


Best part about it? I have no hangover this morning. I win hangover!

KvP:
You should call him Jibb Jubb. Dude will hate you.

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