Partying Like It's 1999 or Australians Have More Fun
Hope everyone had a good weekend...mine had highs and LOWS...
Friday night I went out with Stef and her husband to a Lacrosse game. I had never been to one, and figured it would be cool. The game was too fast for my attention span, and I would be checking out the guys in the stands when one of the teams would score a goal. I was lost to what was happening.
After the game we went to a straight meat market to have cocktails and just take it easy. The place was packed with drunken women and men looking for that magical event that would last one night. I was bored, so started drinking these huge glasses of Guiness (love that stuff, man). After my 3rd, I decided that I was Australian for the rest of the evening.
So there I was, at the bar, wearing a sensible white ringer (body huggingly tight), and dark blue low-rise Levis (they have become my calling card). My friends had all disappeared to the bathroom and I was just hanging out when this girl walked up to me and started chatting me up.
"G'day, how's it going," utilizing my Australian accent.
"OH MY GOD, you're Australian?"
After that she began mercilessly throwing herself at me, and invited me over to her place to "hang out" for the night...I told her that I came with friends, as I was drinking, so I didn't have a ride home. She said that she would drop me off in the morning. I said that it sounded like fun, but would have to give my boyfriend a call so he wouldn't be worried.
She looked confused and said, "Is boyfriend in Australia like roommate or guy friend?"
"No it's pretty much like here. He blows me, I blow him, and from there it's all downhill...Hey there are my friends; I better catch up with them before I lose them again, but I'll call my boyfriend and get back to you later. It would be really fun to hang out." With that I dashed off into the crowd completely amused.
We left the bar, and I got home around 3:30 in the morning. I slept like the dead, waking to prepare for the party I was going to later. There could have been no way that I could prepare for the embarrassment that would happen...
More coming today; Oh, Australians do have more fun.
deutschmarc

1 Comments:
That bar was hell. First getting felt up more than a Japanese subway, then being hit on by the goalie, and then my favorite...lonely chipmunks.
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