what is it about fridays?
what do you do on fridays? go out and get smashed? right answer.
no-one knows why - but we all do it anyway. the day for those drunken dinner appointments (yes - those of you with jobs in the city) or the day for drunken nights in new street (those of us with jobs in a dorp)... been out and smashed for the past five fridays in a row - and i actually thought about this during last week. why was this becoming a pattern? and come friday night i was at it again. now, that's not to say i don't patry and/or get drunk on saturdays/wednesdays/[insert other day of the week here], but yeah - this friday thing has become pretty routine and expected in a way. last friday (4th) was chris' 21st - so it goes without saying that i was going to get rat-faced. and i think he knew deep down that he was as well. i can take kudos for being the chief architect behind his downfall, and what a spectacular downfall it was. he chundered for over 3 hours straight :) i had long left the party and decided it would be fun to hit some first year(?) guy who asked me for a light in the rat. *smack* "what the fuck, bru?"
"fuck off - i don't want to speak to you" was my curt reply. and he did just that, leaving me to continue causing havoc and mayhem in the good ol rat.
found gregor who i hadn't seen for a few weeks. thought this would be a good excuse to keep punching him. kidney shots. in the chest. hell, it was fun. and then i concocted a great plan to throw my empty bottles at the bouncer from the first floor. thank goodness eldridge stopped me is all i have to say about that. what fun. managed to reverse my car into a wall earlier on (en route to the above-mentioned rat). no damage (hooray for my towbar).
evening ended by eventually finding tam and summararily going to bed.
what a hangover indeed. much much cane and half a bottle of absolut (thanks 21 jump!) plus a bit of the good stuff...
this past friday was much more chilled - just a couple of us drinking. knocked back quite a bit of jack and some soco. later in the evening i managed to once again start trying to punch people... but then that didn't happen. as an aside, no hangover from friday :) jack is indeed the way forward.
this is pretty much what's been happening in my life. work work work. drink drunk sleep.
i like it.
what made my day today: the sunday times extra.
no-one knows why - but we all do it anyway. the day for those drunken dinner appointments (yes - those of you with jobs in the city) or the day for drunken nights in new street (those of us with jobs in a dorp)... been out and smashed for the past five fridays in a row - and i actually thought about this during last week. why was this becoming a pattern? and come friday night i was at it again. now, that's not to say i don't patry and/or get drunk on saturdays/wednesdays/[insert other day of the week here], but yeah - this friday thing has become pretty routine and expected in a way. last friday (4th) was chris' 21st - so it goes without saying that i was going to get rat-faced. and i think he knew deep down that he was as well. i can take kudos for being the chief architect behind his downfall, and what a spectacular downfall it was. he chundered for over 3 hours straight :) i had long left the party and decided it would be fun to hit some first year(?) guy who asked me for a light in the rat. *smack* "what the fuck, bru?"
"fuck off - i don't want to speak to you" was my curt reply. and he did just that, leaving me to continue causing havoc and mayhem in the good ol rat.
found gregor who i hadn't seen for a few weeks. thought this would be a good excuse to keep punching him. kidney shots. in the chest. hell, it was fun. and then i concocted a great plan to throw my empty bottles at the bouncer from the first floor. thank goodness eldridge stopped me is all i have to say about that. what fun. managed to reverse my car into a wall earlier on (en route to the above-mentioned rat). no damage (hooray for my towbar).
evening ended by eventually finding tam and summararily going to bed.
what a hangover indeed. much much cane and half a bottle of absolut (thanks 21 jump!) plus a bit of the good stuff...
this past friday was much more chilled - just a couple of us drinking. knocked back quite a bit of jack and some soco. later in the evening i managed to once again start trying to punch people... but then that didn't happen. as an aside, no hangover from friday :) jack is indeed the way forward.
this is pretty much what's been happening in my life. work work work. drink drunk sleep.
i like it.
what made my day today: the sunday times extra.
* now listening to: highveld stereo's streaming audio (trying my best to block it out!)
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