...and i cant get off!!!
Another weekend down, another collection of excellent memories to add to the extensive collection
Went down to Bondi on friday night, stayed in the Cock and Bull most of the night, then went to the Tea Gardens, a late bar/disco. Unfortunately the bar girl in there wasnt sure what Jameson was, so i had to point to the bottle over my head (there is a big shelf over the bar, all the unusual drinks are up there). She said grand, then proceeded to piss me off by not being able to reach it. Paitence was wearing thin, so i hit the shelf a slap and sent the bottle of jameson flying. Luckily she caught it and the move looked very cool to all onlookers
, especially the canadian girl i had been chatting with ( 
)
Anyway, me and dave got stuck into it, and had a ball. Ended up in the 24hr Maccy D's down the road, chatting to three girls who were coming from their christmas party. Damn, Jameson makes you very chatty.
Last night wa good. Managed to convince Cat to come out ( didnt need too much persuasion, funny that ). Went to Durty's and met Cha from Ross there. Also met Sean Lyng, a guy i went to school with. Feckin madness, he told me that there was a few lads out of the old class oin sydney. Bloody hell.
Anyway, durty's was absolutely packed out of it, but one of the owners, Dan, met us outside and let us in the back door, so we avoided having to push through the crowd and stuff. Sweet
. Cheers Dan.
So closing time comes, and we are settling in for a few after hours drinks, when the bat phone goes off. Jay Joyce is in a 24hr bar down the road, called the Court House. So on we toddle, nad get stuckin into some serious beering. Met a few headers there with Joyce, one guy who while being escorted out, dropped his pants, and waved to everyone
It was a bloody great night, finished up around four, arrived home, via McDonalds (christ, we're single handidly upping McD's stock price). Didnt surface until three today!!
Like the title says, the world keeps spinning, i just have tp figure out how to keep up!!
). They are pure fukin mental, as most cork people tend to be i know, but these ones are just not well, but in a good way
