Dumbest Saturday nite ever!!!
Started off at my place with Nick - drummer in my band, decided it was time to go out, so we went and picked Woody up, who had already had 8 of those new Jim Beam Black long neck things, he was more than happy, then we got Jimi, and headed back to Nicks place on Chapel St.
Picked up some beer on the way, Woody got another 4 pack of those Beam's. Death.....
Got to Nicks, and his mom drove us to Switch on Glenferrie Road. Woody is totally blind by this point, we get in, realise the band we went to see wasn't playing anymore, so we were graced by the horrid bullshit that some band called The Scar had to play. NEVER SEE THEM! And if you know them, I'm feel sorry for you.
This just resulted in more beer, and Jack Daniels shots on Woody's behalf.
The rest of the nite was very average, Jimi pickin up dirty chicks, Woody runnin away from dirty chicks, and Nick and myself drinking, all this a normal saturday nite, until Woody tried to spear tackle me, i moved out of the way and he spear tackled someone else..... oops!!
Well, I turn around and cop a punch in the face, from Woody, hes pissed, from too much alcohol, and cos he just speared tackled some chick, and shes pissed at him, for tackling her.
So our friendly security guard told us to take it outside, but Woody decided not too, so he kept trying to fight me, but I wouldn't cos he was so wasted, but finally I had enough, so I fooled him into beleiving i was going to hit him with my left, but really I hit him with my right, didn't see it coming, He fell over one of the couches and didn't get up, I leaned over him and told him I was going outside, before security kicked my drunk ass out.
By this time Nick comes out of the toilet, sees Woody lying there, and I'm gone, so he comes outside tellin me that Woody is quite the angry kid, so we decide that walking away is the best thing at this moment. Little did we realise that Woody was our lift home - he wasn't driving, he just knew a guy who was. Thus walking back to Nicks place on Chapel, from Glenferrie was our only way home.
Got home at 8, cooked breakfast then passed out.
Moral: Save money for taxi, or don't knock out your ride home.
Does anyone read this stuff?
Started off at my place with Nick - drummer in my band, decided it was time to go out, so we went and picked Woody up, who had already had 8 of those new Jim Beam Black long neck things, he was more than happy, then we got Jimi, and headed back to Nicks place on Chapel St.
Picked up some beer on the way, Woody got another 4 pack of those Beam's. Death.....
Got to Nicks, and his mom drove us to Switch on Glenferrie Road. Woody is totally blind by this point, we get in, realise the band we went to see wasn't playing anymore, so we were graced by the horrid bullshit that some band called The Scar had to play. NEVER SEE THEM! And if you know them, I'm feel sorry for you.
This just resulted in more beer, and Jack Daniels shots on Woody's behalf.
The rest of the nite was very average, Jimi pickin up dirty chicks, Woody runnin away from dirty chicks, and Nick and myself drinking, all this a normal saturday nite, until Woody tried to spear tackle me, i moved out of the way and he spear tackled someone else..... oops!!
Well, I turn around and cop a punch in the face, from Woody, hes pissed, from too much alcohol, and cos he just speared tackled some chick, and shes pissed at him, for tackling her.
So our friendly security guard told us to take it outside, but Woody decided not too, so he kept trying to fight me, but I wouldn't cos he was so wasted, but finally I had enough, so I fooled him into beleiving i was going to hit him with my left, but really I hit him with my right, didn't see it coming, He fell over one of the couches and didn't get up, I leaned over him and told him I was going outside, before security kicked my drunk ass out.
By this time Nick comes out of the toilet, sees Woody lying there, and I'm gone, so he comes outside tellin me that Woody is quite the angry kid, so we decide that walking away is the best thing at this moment. Little did we realise that Woody was our lift home - he wasn't driving, he just knew a guy who was. Thus walking back to Nicks place on Chapel, from Glenferrie was our only way home.
Got home at 8, cooked breakfast then passed out.
Moral: Save money for taxi, or don't knock out your ride home.
Does anyone read this stuff?
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You shoulda said you were from sg... i would have picked on you more.