House party last night wasn't really a party. About twenty people ended up coming and chilled-out, listening to innappropriately emo Lou Reed and Radiohead songs. Drank a lot of beer.
Then my mates Alex and Geoff hit Candy's Apartment, a hot bar in Kings Cross (the seedy side of town). As a white male, I'm genetically precluded from dancing, but I went nuts at this place. The atmosphere demanded dancing so I delivered. Being drunk helped, of course. Was fun.
The rest of the night involved meeting up with a mental mate who tried to crack on to girls left right and centre, and also whacked me in the nuts. Which fuckin' hurt. So I whacked him back. Good times. Haha.
Then my mates Alex and Geoff hit Candy's Apartment, a hot bar in Kings Cross (the seedy side of town). As a white male, I'm genetically precluded from dancing, but I went nuts at this place. The atmosphere demanded dancing so I delivered. Being drunk helped, of course. Was fun.
The rest of the night involved meeting up with a mental mate who tried to crack on to girls left right and centre, and also whacked me in the nuts. Which fuckin' hurt. So I whacked him back. Good times. Haha.
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Reading your journal actually made me laugh out loud! I'm definitely coming back for more...but...what's a bogan?