Weekend thread (part 1)

This here now is my weekend thread, all the stuff I did on the weekend and whatnot. Now, I guess I’ll try to make it as informative as possible but there are times during this particular weekend that I cannot recall fully but I digress so I’ll start myself off with Friday.

Now, you’re probably thinking.. this jackass has a pretty lame weekend thread because it starts on a Friday. Now if I were to be as accurate as possible, it started late on Friday night and if that doesn’t suffice, I’ll say it’s detrimental to the storyline for Saturday morning’s alcohol fuelled wreakings.. if that’s not good enough for you just go have sex with yourself. (note: if you’re a super hot girl you may as well post a link to it here, you know as proof and all)
So, Friday night, once upon a time I worked at Woolworths Beenleigh, it was a nice place, a wholesome place.. but over the years, odd happenings started occurring and people started disappearing and before anyone knew what had happened, the political landscape that had encompassed Woolworths Beenleigh’s Delicatessen Department for many years had changed. When I say political I refer to the members of the once was great department and their individual super powers. And so and so, I embarked on a challenge, a journey, to accomplish a feat of unknown magnitude, why it was unknown was not known… that may be why it was unknown. But what I did know was that things had changed, people had changed, and not in the sense that they liked chicken flavoured noodles more so than beef now but that the people had been replaced.. with other not so cooler people.

Ah yeah, so my journey.. the first step was leaving Woolworths, I did that a while ago.. yay me, and Friday night was my ‘going away party’ (read: excuse for people to consume large quantities of alcohol without being labelled).
The night was young as it always is at the start of a long long night. We all made our way to the Beenleigh Tavern, which I’d like to add is a very nice place, and we started drinking. Dorian was the only one eating… and I think for all you Scrubs goers out there, imagine the Janitor saying ‘Dorian’ in a low hush im-gonna-get-you type voice.. yeah I ate some of Dorian’s food, we all had some drinks, one of my buddies Anthony was there from uni and for the most part, the people I like from Woolies were there too. We did our little thing, Dorian broke a pool table stick thingy and I forgot to tell Anthony (whom is a manager there) but advancing the story now, from the tavern we somehow (certain someone has shit driving) made it to Gilhooley’s for some drinks and dancing, we ripped up the dance floor.. like obliterated that shit, it was amazing; we managed a synchronized dancing hand technique. Personally I didn’t think the guys were capable of it after seeing their moonwalking skillz but they proved me wrong, good for them huh.

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Uhh, so as I do, I eventually got kicked out of the bar and soo took my leave and had my homies (Anthony + Jimmy) pick me up and we made our way to the city.
Now this was ‘swell’, we found a park, got some of that New York pizza, my first time, and it was fooking brilliant, never before had I had a pizza so nice and good and nice tasting. So then we made our way to the first pub, a place called Louie’s or something and a few friends of Jimmy’s were already there and so we had our ‘moment’, played some pool and drank our drinks.

Anthony pulled me aside and tried to get the ‘have you met Mitch?’ game. While we didn’t actually play that game, I believe we aimed a little bit higher than that. Here’s the scenario; two Japanese chicks (relatively hot, about a 8 on the scoreboard) were playing pool, me and Anthony decided that instead of playing ‘have you met Mitch?’ (wingman oriented game) he decided that, he would part with 20 bucks if I could get some info on the girls — basically their names, what they are going to do later on and if they’d like to come with our crew. Needless to say I didn’t score the 20 bucks, one of the girls just was not receptive while the other was sort reciprocating. I’d like to mention at this point that the evil one that I surmise is actually a lesbian (not even I could turn her), the one that didn’t want anything to do with me and was not the hotter of the two seemed to be the alpha-shemale – that is, she was unruly and by that I mean she called me an idiot in Japanese. Now me being the ‘playa’ I am, I backed off and got some more alcohols in me.. that’s what ‘playas’ do, don’t kid yourself otherwise.

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Uhh, so after the pub closed down we had no alternative to go to McDonalds for some breakfast (by this point it was about 3:30 or so) which I think is the greatest thing in the world.. I found out at this point in time that Jimmy doesn’t like egg on his McMuffins.. what a douche, how can you not like egg on your McMuffin?! To quell the argument that ensued Shin suggested we drink some more at the casino and that’s where we went, being the only place open at that time that would sell us alcohol so, off we trotted towards the casino. While ‘trotting’ Anthony had some qualms over the success of our mission which was for all you dullards, how to get our peeps, which now looked like a gang of poorly dressed guys, into the casino as prestigious as . Well as it turns out it wasn’t that hard I just walked in, as did the others, mission successful!

From this point on it gets a bit hazy, we drank some more, then being at a casino and all I let the other gamble away their money. Fortunately for Anthony he won back the money he lost where as Jimmy lost it all.. poor guy just didn’t know when to stop, and me egging him on didn’t really help.
After finding free water we got outta that place and got some more McDonalds (where Jimmy had no eggs again!) before returning home at around 6am. All in all it was a good night.. suure, I didn’t really spend as much time as I thought I was going to with the ‘farewell’ gang but that’s life.

I will finish this off with Saturday’s shenanigans in the morning.