What a weekend

It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble is, I can’t remember if it’s the thirteenth or the fourteenth. (George Burns)

That about sums up my weekend…what a party. Firstly, last week was pretty ordinary, so I couldn’t be arsed to write anything, cos sweet fuck all happened until Friday.
So…we have a company get-together, playing tennis, swimming, lamb on a spit, booze and spouses, the works. Yes, I took a spouse 🙂

Anyway, we partied hard, then went to Platinum Lounge…which was booting. For the first time in ages, I actually took a woman to the club – not that I don’t got dates, mind, it’s just…you know, what if you find a takeaway. Really, movies and dinners I do, but never club. Anyway, I digress. Plat was rocking.

Had a liquid breakfast on Saturday at the Scud and Nanny, watched football all day (fuken Liverpool drew again), then drove around a bit with my homie Tre, went to Stars and…fell asleep in the car park. Woke up at 0430 when it was time to go home 😀

I was so pissed, I thought I’d take a power-nap in the car then join everybody else in the Studio, but that was it for me…lights off, man down. How pathetic is that?

So all in all, a good time was had by all, and I had a rocking weekend. More tomorrow.

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3 Replies to “What a weekend”

  1. ALL LIVERPOOL FANS ARE WANKERS! Which makes you one, Joe Black although some of your shit is really funny to read. WANKER!

  2. Your opinion is valued, Red75, although from your nickname you may just be more misguided than I am! Are you an Alan Smith?

    Zimonya, Circus does still rock, problem is there’s always too many kiddies, and you wouldn’t wanna be seen dancing wit a 16-year-old. Well, not me that’s for sure.

    Besides, I’m more into the mature crowd/thing these days…I guess that’s pain of growing up, huh?

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