Birthday bash on Friday was awesome. Good friends, good food, a few too many drinks and introducing strip club virgins to a strip club(one of my fav. past times, hilarious considering I've only been myself about 4 times.)
Started the night with great Mexican food. All my friends showed up and those that didn't showed up later for drinks. One of my friends even brought me a date for the evening. Too bad my mind was with someone else at the table. Washed down my fantastic Quesadilla with 5 Margaritas... I had no choice in the matter they just kept appearing in front of me, I would never be so rude to refuse, especially Margaritas of this calibre.
Then off the one of the wankiest bars I've been to in a while, however the cocktails where phenomenal. Cocktails which mixed a two of my fav things: Tequila & Coffee. YAY! Conversation was great. How interesting it is when you mix so many different groups of friends. Some people dropped off, others arrived.
We move next door to consume more cocktails... This kinda thing happens a lot when your best friend is a bartender who seems to know every other bartender in Sydney. We chat some more and the object of my desire tells me in no uncertain terms that I still have a chance. But says that she cares for someone else. Drunk, excited and disappointed all in the same moment. What should one do? "Let's go to Dancer's."
So we whisk the remaining people... Plus a new tag along out the door.
I am one of those people who is always brutally honest, but have the tact to make sure that when I am not well aquainted with someone, I hold back. That being said I was now able to measure how many drinks I'd had by the mere fact that I couldn't keep my thoughts to myself.
K: "Eric."
E: "Yo!"
K: "This is Pierre."
E: "Pierre, nice to meet you."
P: "Yeah you too bro. Happy Birthday."
E: "Thanks. Do you know what 'Lucky Pierre' means? HAHA!"
P: "No?"
E: "'Lucky Pierre' is the meat in a three man sandwich. He's the one getting fucked in the ass and sucking cock at the same time. HAHAHA!"
<pregnant silence>
K: "Dude, that's not cool."
P: (No comment/Blank Stare)
E: "Right, Dancer's
So we go into Dancer's I'm forced to drink 4 more champagnes and eventually I leave with my ummm... friend.
We catch a cab home and tells me how easy it would be for us to get together. While talking about how she loves me for helping her through her break up. Weird feeling to be in with a chance but in the 'friend zone.'
We drop her home and my Palestinian cab driver tells me that I need to marry a virgin so she has nothing to compare to and I can control her life, oh and make sure I pop out at least 3 kids so she can't think of anything else but them. It makes me smile. How simple he answer is HAHAHA!
Fallout for birthday night:
* Confusion as to whether the person I care for very much wants what we had or just wants me to be around.
* Many friends txt me to ask if I enjoyed my night, while berating me for making them drink so much.
* One friend is given a number by one of the Dancer's at the gentleman's club.
* I wake up fresh as a daisy, sans hangover.
Tonight I am just confused.
E
<Me on the right>
Started the night with great Mexican food. All my friends showed up and those that didn't showed up later for drinks. One of my friends even brought me a date for the evening. Too bad my mind was with someone else at the table. Washed down my fantastic Quesadilla with 5 Margaritas... I had no choice in the matter they just kept appearing in front of me, I would never be so rude to refuse, especially Margaritas of this calibre.
Then off the one of the wankiest bars I've been to in a while, however the cocktails where phenomenal. Cocktails which mixed a two of my fav things: Tequila & Coffee. YAY! Conversation was great. How interesting it is when you mix so many different groups of friends. Some people dropped off, others arrived.
We move next door to consume more cocktails... This kinda thing happens a lot when your best friend is a bartender who seems to know every other bartender in Sydney. We chat some more and the object of my desire tells me in no uncertain terms that I still have a chance. But says that she cares for someone else. Drunk, excited and disappointed all in the same moment. What should one do? "Let's go to Dancer's."
So we whisk the remaining people... Plus a new tag along out the door.
I am one of those people who is always brutally honest, but have the tact to make sure that when I am not well aquainted with someone, I hold back. That being said I was now able to measure how many drinks I'd had by the mere fact that I couldn't keep my thoughts to myself.
K: "Eric."
E: "Yo!"
K: "This is Pierre."
E: "Pierre, nice to meet you."
P: "Yeah you too bro. Happy Birthday."
E: "Thanks. Do you know what 'Lucky Pierre' means? HAHA!"
P: "No?"
E: "'Lucky Pierre' is the meat in a three man sandwich. He's the one getting fucked in the ass and sucking cock at the same time. HAHAHA!"
<pregnant silence>
K: "Dude, that's not cool."
P: (No comment/Blank Stare)
E: "Right, Dancer's
So we go into Dancer's I'm forced to drink 4 more champagnes and eventually I leave with my ummm... friend.
We catch a cab home and tells me how easy it would be for us to get together. While talking about how she loves me for helping her through her break up. Weird feeling to be in with a chance but in the 'friend zone.'
We drop her home and my Palestinian cab driver tells me that I need to marry a virgin so she has nothing to compare to and I can control her life, oh and make sure I pop out at least 3 kids so she can't think of anything else but them. It makes me smile. How simple he answer is HAHAHA!
Fallout for birthday night:
* Confusion as to whether the person I care for very much wants what we had or just wants me to be around.
* Many friends txt me to ask if I enjoyed my night, while berating me for making them drink so much.
* One friend is given a number by one of the Dancer's at the gentleman's club.
* I wake up fresh as a daisy, sans hangover.
Tonight I am just confused.
E
<Me on the right>
mavericka:
lookin cute!
dcypha:
Fo Sho'
