Well folks it's Friday night and I'm here on my Mac watching You Tube videos. After last nights drunken antics I felt the need for a quiet night in to wind the week down and I've found some cracking entertainment.
But for the benefit of those of you who remain unknowing as to the true nature of yours truly permit me to enlighten you.
I love BASS!
Last night, after my course members and I had our phase test results confirmed (we must endure five such tests in the duration of the course we are presently engaged with (we all passed!)), we played a lengthy game of poker before heading into town to celebrate our success.
At first we entered, en masse, a "trendy" nightclub but after one overpriced round of drinks a couple of my close comrades and I took it upon ourselves to ditch the cool kids and head to the best venue in town.
One quick frisk later and we could feel the basslines resonating beneath our feet. Thursday night is dubstep night and we wasted no time at all in hitting the dancefloor.
Word to the wise - I cannot dance (at least not like you normal people). But having developed my unique style in Sub Dub (at the West Indian Centre in Leeds) I persevered with my interpretation of wobbling basslines.
Basicly I look like an arthritic monkey bouncing across the dancefloor. Legs, elbows and knees flailing wildly.
After sweating profusely (following a rather strenuous session inwhich my torso remained two feet closer to the ground than it would usually) I wrung my shirt out and, with my like minded compadres, thought it best if we hit the casino.
Needless to say 50 later we were in a taxi heading back to camp at 5 am. Our first lecture of the day starting at 8:30.
Not a fun days learning by all accounts. But definitely a worthwhile night out.
Now it's Friday and I feel like it's Saturday after spending a whole day recovering, so I'm looking forward to tomorrow night.
This is Mackenzie signing off on another week with a vodka/relentless in hand watching Robot Chicken Star Wars (look it up on You Tube).
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But for the benefit of those of you who remain unknowing as to the true nature of yours truly permit me to enlighten you.
I love BASS!
Last night, after my course members and I had our phase test results confirmed (we must endure five such tests in the duration of the course we are presently engaged with (we all passed!)), we played a lengthy game of poker before heading into town to celebrate our success.
At first we entered, en masse, a "trendy" nightclub but after one overpriced round of drinks a couple of my close comrades and I took it upon ourselves to ditch the cool kids and head to the best venue in town.
One quick frisk later and we could feel the basslines resonating beneath our feet. Thursday night is dubstep night and we wasted no time at all in hitting the dancefloor.
Word to the wise - I cannot dance (at least not like you normal people). But having developed my unique style in Sub Dub (at the West Indian Centre in Leeds) I persevered with my interpretation of wobbling basslines.
Basicly I look like an arthritic monkey bouncing across the dancefloor. Legs, elbows and knees flailing wildly.
After sweating profusely (following a rather strenuous session inwhich my torso remained two feet closer to the ground than it would usually) I wrung my shirt out and, with my like minded compadres, thought it best if we hit the casino.
Needless to say 50 later we were in a taxi heading back to camp at 5 am. Our first lecture of the day starting at 8:30.
Not a fun days learning by all accounts. But definitely a worthwhile night out.
Now it's Friday and I feel like it's Saturday after spending a whole day recovering, so I'm looking forward to tomorrow night.
This is Mackenzie signing off on another week with a vodka/relentless in hand watching Robot Chicken Star Wars (look it up on You Tube).
x
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
viking:
Don't crush my space marines you bastard! En garde!
viking:
smoke me a kipper, i'll be back before breakfast!