The Last Weekend: Chapter 1

Well, I'm looking at a previous post for what I was supposed to do this weekend and comparing it to what I actually did do. Well, in my tired state, I am going to try and recap the weekend since if I lay down in bed, it all really hits home. Let's recap and get it out of the way, eh?

Why did the weekend start on Thursday again? Oh yeah, it was because I did work on the Thursday for the last time. What was supposed to be a terrible day at work, actually panned out well and we were finished in great time and I was out the door at a reasonable time to meet Nicolette.

The rather unfortunate event though of the drive home was that Nicolette texted me saying that she was ill since the Monday and wasn't really fit enough to join me for the evening. I suppose I was a tad disappointed, but this was the time not to dwell in the bad and live in the good. So quick thinking me called up Lars and said that I was then free for a drink or two. Yup... I said it. A drink or two. An absolute suicide of a thought, because it doesn't mean one or two. The agreement was to bring a few beers over to his place and that'd be it. So I grabbed the bus I wanted and headed into town. I picked up 8 Fosters and went to Lars' place for a few.

Well, one turned into two and two turned into "let's finish these and go toss the boss." Unbelievable. First it was to the Hog's Head for one and then to Twisters. Uh-oh... I think I need a refresher of what happened that night. OH YEAH... white russians! Ha ha ha... that's right, "milk based beverages."

When we got into Twisters there was a couple beers consumed, not to mention the Vodka/Red Bull and beers at the Hog's as well before starting to dance with white russians. "The Dude," Gilly (spelling?) was DJ'ing again that night and the tunes were spot on again. I met Kate, the barmaid from the Hog's, in there as well and chatted with her again. I bought a round of drinks for her and her mate and a couple more white russians and lost the toss. Rubbish... I think that it was an expensive round as well. Oh well... but I didn't see much of her afterwards, but Lars said that she was trying to find me. Lars also was trying to find me at one point when he got a round of white russians as well, but I was in front of the DJ booth grinding with some random girl for a few songs. Ha ha ha... Lars said he was caught out staring down the young punks holding two milk based beverages, feeling pretty gay. Ha ha ha. Wicked.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a camera about for that either. It was sort of a makeshift night before the real party was to begin, so please understand why I can't illustrate the night with photos of a sweaty me dancing my ass off.