Sometimes you just have to love shit systems. Most parties that I have been to at clubs or places where you have to be eighteen to drink give eighteen year olds like, wrist bands or like, you know, something like that... mainly wrist bands. Last night at Alena’s eighteenth, they were asking people at the door if you balls I love dick were eighteen or not, and if you were they would let you in, and if you weren’t then they would put a cross on your hand, and that cross meant that you were not allowed to buy drinks at the bar, and if you were caught drinking then you would get in some kind of trouble, I don’t know what kind of trouble but you know, there would be some kind of trouble I’m sure, probably getting kicked out or something.
Walking in I wasn’t remotely fussed about having the ‘you can’t drink’ marking on my hand, I mean I was already paro as from Brett and Andrew’s Fucking Party Day. Walking up the stairs to get into Star Bar, IO was looking at the mark on my hand and really just thinking, this was just a silly idea, I mean surely this would just rub off or something? I reach the top of the staircase to see Linou and he asked me if I got the x on my hand, and I said that I had, and then the next question he asked was whether I had rubbed it off or not. I then realised that my paroness was slightly decreasing, but then I also realised that I had ten dollars.
I walked up to the bar with my hand with no mark on it, but red due to the rubbing, I asked for a ABC shot, I mean it was ten dollars and I have been told about how fucked they are, and the woman serving didn’t even ask to see ID or my hand to see if I had one or anything, so yeah, I don’t know. You know when you shot tequila, your mouth and throat burn or sting or whatever you want to call it? When you do an ABC shot, you can feel the burn go right through your entire body, well at least I did. It fucked me up even further than I already was, and just so you know how drunk I already was at Brett and Andrews, I drank piss, and I got pissed on, and I felt like Kenny at schoolies.
You know you are drunk when Andrew’s mum Karyn and Andrew’s sister Laura were filming me dancing to Calvin Harris and as I looked around the room, I discovered that I was outside and it wasn’t even a room like I thought it was, but everyone was looking at me, it was kind of fucked. It might have been the most drunk I have ever been, ever, or at least second to Josh Breda’s eighteenth, I don’t know... definitely top three though. This is probably my night of the least memory that I have ever had, ever I think, as in the whole day, I remember nothing at all, and I guess that is why I am going to stop writing and yeah, I mean I can’t write about what happened, can I?
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