thanks to everyone for all the birthday wishes!
im not gonna lie to any of ya... i gt completely an utterly wrecked
started thursday night in jumpin jacks cuz it was "wasted" metal night an i think it was vikings or cavegirl or somethin theme night? im not too sure cuz i started on way too fast a pace an spent most of the night wondering why so many fat chicks in fur were wandering about ( apparently it was just one fat chick that had decided to pick the knickers from out of her butt crack just at the same moment she was walkin past my table.. and the resulting shock i suffered from seeing it caused me to lose all sense of time and space) an before i get boo'd and cussed for pickin on the girl, can i just say in my defence that A) i have it on good authority she is a stuck up bitch "she got beef with me for fuck all" - my bezza mate/little sis Peaches says so!... an B) she was picking big apple catchin black lace pants from betwixed her ample butt crack with both hands!!!!!!!!!!!!! while only a few feet from my head!!!!!!! i actually sprayed jd n coke out my nose, it burnt! .... long story short i get home friday mornin at about half 8 just in time to greet my mum at the door as she left for work... "ya cards an present are on the table, happy birthday, now get out the way im late... an for gods sake simon get a shower u look an smell like a wet dog" thanks mum
get out of bed at about six to get ready for birthday night part two..... ( with my 40 quid birthday money and two decks of royals coutesy of the 200 deck off me mum) next stop mobsta bar and high risk of death by alchohol poisoning.... soon as i get in there Kay the owner who is awesome informs me i get free bar for the night WOOHOO! do i pace myself? no no that would be too easy, no i go straight back to the jd n coke ( either doubles or triples and not thru choice!!) thanks kay!! love you mwah!! later on we head over to the mill for punk night, mills aka vukovic aka seany my best mate n brother now decides the pace of drinks tonight will be thick and fast.... so i go from tipsy to blurry in no time. rich dj plays a blinder an fills my night with as many back in the day hits as he can.... i dont dance usually an that night was no exception! apologies to the many different ppl i knocked into or mischieviously annoyed while bouncing round the dancefloor singing and two stepping to everysingle song i loved! big apologies to the group of scenesters i may have made cry during sick of it all..... i wasnt personally referring to any of you whilst i was screaming step down! hehe but u did choose the wrong song an the wrong time to try an show off to ya girly friends.... 3am came way too soon..... an sorry to nick the doorman for makin him wait while i got one last song played hehe " gary was a topcat in his day but everybody said that he'd get his one day!" broke my voice box too "WHEN HE WALKED BY...YOU GOT THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" lights on coats from behind dj booth, hugs for all the staff for the shitload of free booze i kept gettin! then mills n me peg it over to 007 for late drinks and catch up with some of our older club brothers that "dont do the mill on a friday, too many bloody kids".... few more drinks down, an in less than an hour i manage to insult two of the lapdancers (not my fault they look like smack heads) and then nearly get in a scrap with two bouncers because i get in an argument with the new manager of the place who i mistakenly think has accused me of gurning!! i apologise and get a free drink ha!..... bar shuts and its time to go home.... but not mine.... party at wolfies..... i dont know much about the rest of the night cuz i pass in an out of conciousness for about3 hours apparently in his downstairs bathroom! puking black tar like stuff all over the toilet and floor, but not get one drop on myself! result!!
..... wake up on sofa at 1pm saturday feelin like a proper dead dog..... go home, get clown meat from miccyD's in massive cue, fart loud and vile while still in my just woke up haze an wander why every single person is now looking at me with disgust...... get back home for quick wash, change pants n sovks n t shirt.... back out the door back to kays at 9 feelin still very dead like.... drink smirnoff ic for most of the evenin. manage to completely forget to go the mill for hardcore night, more drinks , sart to feel more alive, 3 am rolls around as im jusst perking up!! so its off to a friendly private venue with the rst of the club and few hangers, an spend from 3am till 11.30 am sunday drinking dancing cavourting, few pick me ups and some peanuts to tide me over, more drinks, more laughs, met an old friend randomly, catch ups, then taxi home and sleep! wake up 6pm straight to miccyD's for more clown meat and diet coke to recover...... chill out watchin tv and wondering just how much damage i have done to my body in four days abuse, and hoping iv not offended anyone i shouldnt have done!
not too shabby for a 29th birthday,
cant wait till next year.... i might even have a job by then!
iv smoked all my fags now tho already and i have three quid in change left in my pocket.... ha ha as mills says whenever were mashed "its all good dude! rock n roll"
im not gonna lie to any of ya... i gt completely an utterly wrecked
started thursday night in jumpin jacks cuz it was "wasted" metal night an i think it was vikings or cavegirl or somethin theme night? im not too sure cuz i started on way too fast a pace an spent most of the night wondering why so many fat chicks in fur were wandering about ( apparently it was just one fat chick that had decided to pick the knickers from out of her butt crack just at the same moment she was walkin past my table.. and the resulting shock i suffered from seeing it caused me to lose all sense of time and space) an before i get boo'd and cussed for pickin on the girl, can i just say in my defence that A) i have it on good authority she is a stuck up bitch "she got beef with me for fuck all" - my bezza mate/little sis Peaches says so!... an B) she was picking big apple catchin black lace pants from betwixed her ample butt crack with both hands!!!!!!!!!!!!! while only a few feet from my head!!!!!!! i actually sprayed jd n coke out my nose, it burnt! .... long story short i get home friday mornin at about half 8 just in time to greet my mum at the door as she left for work... "ya cards an present are on the table, happy birthday, now get out the way im late... an for gods sake simon get a shower u look an smell like a wet dog" thanks mum
get out of bed at about six to get ready for birthday night part two..... ( with my 40 quid birthday money and two decks of royals coutesy of the 200 deck off me mum) next stop mobsta bar and high risk of death by alchohol poisoning.... soon as i get in there Kay the owner who is awesome informs me i get free bar for the night WOOHOO! do i pace myself? no no that would be too easy, no i go straight back to the jd n coke ( either doubles or triples and not thru choice!!) thanks kay!! love you mwah!! later on we head over to the mill for punk night, mills aka vukovic aka seany my best mate n brother now decides the pace of drinks tonight will be thick and fast.... so i go from tipsy to blurry in no time. rich dj plays a blinder an fills my night with as many back in the day hits as he can.... i dont dance usually an that night was no exception! apologies to the many different ppl i knocked into or mischieviously annoyed while bouncing round the dancefloor singing and two stepping to everysingle song i loved! big apologies to the group of scenesters i may have made cry during sick of it all..... i wasnt personally referring to any of you whilst i was screaming step down! hehe but u did choose the wrong song an the wrong time to try an show off to ya girly friends.... 3am came way too soon..... an sorry to nick the doorman for makin him wait while i got one last song played hehe " gary was a topcat in his day but everybody said that he'd get his one day!" broke my voice box too "WHEN HE WALKED BY...YOU GOT THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" lights on coats from behind dj booth, hugs for all the staff for the shitload of free booze i kept gettin! then mills n me peg it over to 007 for late drinks and catch up with some of our older club brothers that "dont do the mill on a friday, too many bloody kids".... few more drinks down, an in less than an hour i manage to insult two of the lapdancers (not my fault they look like smack heads) and then nearly get in a scrap with two bouncers because i get in an argument with the new manager of the place who i mistakenly think has accused me of gurning!! i apologise and get a free drink ha!..... bar shuts and its time to go home.... but not mine.... party at wolfies..... i dont know much about the rest of the night cuz i pass in an out of conciousness for about3 hours apparently in his downstairs bathroom! puking black tar like stuff all over the toilet and floor, but not get one drop on myself! result!!
..... wake up on sofa at 1pm saturday feelin like a proper dead dog..... go home, get clown meat from miccyD's in massive cue, fart loud and vile while still in my just woke up haze an wander why every single person is now looking at me with disgust...... get back home for quick wash, change pants n sovks n t shirt.... back out the door back to kays at 9 feelin still very dead like.... drink smirnoff ic for most of the evenin. manage to completely forget to go the mill for hardcore night, more drinks , sart to feel more alive, 3 am rolls around as im jusst perking up!! so its off to a friendly private venue with the rst of the club and few hangers, an spend from 3am till 11.30 am sunday drinking dancing cavourting, few pick me ups and some peanuts to tide me over, more drinks, more laughs, met an old friend randomly, catch ups, then taxi home and sleep! wake up 6pm straight to miccyD's for more clown meat and diet coke to recover...... chill out watchin tv and wondering just how much damage i have done to my body in four days abuse, and hoping iv not offended anyone i shouldnt have done!
not too shabby for a 29th birthday,
cant wait till next year.... i might even have a job by then!
iv smoked all my fags now tho already and i have three quid in change left in my pocket.... ha ha as mills says whenever were mashed "its all good dude! rock n roll"
glad you had a good time
29? god you're old.. ha ha