Well as previously mentioned I was planning on going out friday night, but much to my disgust i get a message from shorty saying "im too much of a pansy to go out tonight, have to do it some other time" or something to that extent. Anyway after many many attempted phonecalls to talk to shorty and abuse him, I gave up on the thought of going out friday night. I ended up having a nice quiet one at home/alanas house.
Come saturday, a journey was planned to james st in the valley for some positively delicious food, which was purchased and taken home and cooked and eaten. Bruschetta and fresh made fruit juice, along with BBQ lamb marinated in rosemary and red wine was devoured but the hungry laurie and alana, with much fullness and tiredness ensuing.
Saturday night involved us attending a 21st of one of alana's cousins, which involved much twiddling of thumbs and talking to old people we didnt really know. For those of you who dont have the pleasure of having a cousin, then you won't understand the agonising pain of attending their parties in which you don't know anyone other than relatives. Well you'd think the party was like that but in the end it came good. much vodka was drunk and bad karaoke involving the dancing queen and the ITS UP TO YOU, NEW YORK, NEW YORK song being sung which resulted in much hilarity.
Valley was planned for afterwards, however alana being the damn piker she is, piked on shorty and i and proceeded to go home to bed. I made my way in to the valley to meet shorty, in a taxi in which the taxi driver was telling me about this pyramid scheme where he makes lots of money using a program to find bookies or some shit. Ahh well it sounded good at the time. He was also an IT nerd so nerd talk was exchanged, and many 1s and 0s flowed between us. (hey take that one however you want)
Finally met up with shorty and walking down the mall at 11pm i thought "fuck where is everyone?". Thinking there was noone out we went to the beer garden where much piss was sunk for $6.50 a drink. Now correct me if im wrong, but the beer garden isnt the classiest of places, and i dont think they have the right to charge $6.50 for a glass of spirits. Shorty and I pondered this for a while, before heading off to the mustang bar to pop our mustang bar cherries.
Here we found the reason why noone was around.
walking up to the bar, we were deafened by a loud roar from the masses of people who had crammed in to the mustang bar. Looking over to the far wall i saw a huge projection of the australia vs south africa game. AHHH so this is why theres noone around, theyre ALL IN TEH FUCKEN MUSTANG BAR.
seriously i couldnt move for all the people around.
anyway we ended up heading over to the family for some dancage and more drinks, entering the family we laughed at a guy getting tossed out by the scruff of his neck, and proceeded into the depths. Here i gave shorty a short lesson on why ravers are gay and what one looks like (pointing to the asian chick with glowsticks everywhere who was dancing like she was drowning)
ahh i cant work those people out
here lets put on some bright orange pants and cover that with some fluro yellow and pinnk paint then get some dayglo strips and put it around my cock so that when im fucking my boyfriend i can see it go in and out.
anyway speaking of raver rants, nye hurry up and get my rant off ur pda
back to my weekend....
so we leave the family at 2:30am, looking for a cab. every street corner is packed with a line of people waiting for a cab about 100 people long.
Being the cunning man I am i devised a plan to go to the source of the cabs - walk out toward the suburbs, where surely we'd get a cab before everyone else.
But that was not to be.
After walking for like an hour around randomly, and hailing like 100 cabs we finally got cab driver who said "well if you put the effort in to come out this far and you dont look too drunk then i'll pick you up"
i like that theory
so yeh
dont go out on a night when theres a big footy game on, unless you're like me and arent all that interested and thus dont realise that its on.
bah damn brisbane public transport shittiness
Today was spent at my niece's baptism at st pauls chapel. damn that brought back some memories, some good some bad. The hippy woman who was the padawan priest while father george was there was our priest and she was pretty cool. Didnt smoke any drugs tho, or wear tie dye...
so afterwards alana went home for her lunch date with nadia & i proceeded to the after christening lunch at karli's (my sister in law) parents place. I managed to sit there and not talk to karen garten the alcoholic who is constantly drunk and then proceeded to sit there tlaking to my parents cos i hardly knew anyone. Ahh parties where u dun know anyone are great... cough
anyway
thats my weekend roundup
cheers
laurie out
