Strange thing about some bars: you can go there one day with one party, and have a pretty ordinary time. Go there another time, with a different team of players, and have a really good laugh. It helps if the bar’s name is something as ridiculously weird as “Billy Fudpucker’s”, which is Elvish for “I don’t know what to call my pub, and Tiperrary’s is taken”.
Friday night was great, had a feww beers in the sawdust at Bill’s, then went to a house party in Milton Park (Robbie Tee and Dean, the place was rocking). After that, we who like things went all the way to Mambo, which was also rocking. How we managed all this in a night, I don’t know.
Saturday was quiet, until around 2330hrs when Vusa and I went down to Platinum Lounge, which was much better than last week. At least this time, the average age was *not* 17, thank goodness.
And to all you CAPS supporters, including the Famous Brothers, *bwahahahahahahaha*.
Footnote: A lot more hapnd than this, just time and work have me rushing through this post