Where you goin' with that gun of yours
I went out with the lads again on thursday. I thought it would be even better than tuesday but it ended up kind of shitty.
We started out at some pub. On the way there we were in a taxi and Doff was in another taxi. As some stage we pulled up at the same set of traffic lights and we started yelling "hey Doff!" Then the taxi driver who had a thick Asian accent yelled it as well, which was hilarious. When we got to the pub I nicked a Heineken glass as a feeble retaliation for making Heineken so rediculously expensive. Me and Zeff then wandered off in search of a bottle shop to get some cheaper booze. None of the nearby places had anything very cheap so we wandered off towards Oxford St. We eventually found a bottle shop on Oxford St., bought a bottle of Passion Pop and sculled it in a nearby alley. I needed to take a leak so we went into a nearby bar to use the facilities.
(A side note for those who don't know: Oxford St. is the gay centre of Sydney, and it is safe to assume any bar on Oxford St. to be a gay bar. I knew that, but Zeff didn't.)
We went in and walked upstairs to where the toilet was. I went in. When I came out Zeff said something along the lines of "holy shit, I just realised this it a gay bar!" Of course, my response was "duh. We're on Oxford St., what do you expect?" Apparently the tip-off was when he was standing there idly beatboxing and a guy came out of the toilet and said in a really gay voice, "you're beatboxing your little heart out aren't you?"
The night took a turn for the worse when Abbie convinced us to walk her home. It wouldn't have been so bad if it had been the three blocks she said it was, but we ended up walking for probably the better part of an hour, out past bloody Kensington. On the way, I was climbing a tree (I was drunk by this stage) and Doff told me to jump out and he'd catch me. Of course, he didn't, and I fell on my tailbone on a tree root which hurt like hell.
"AAARGH, that fucking canes! If I wanted to have a sore arse because of a root, I would have stayed on bloody Oxford Street."
Not long after I jumped onto Doff's back and he proceeded to fall backwards onto me. I landed on my elbows and they still hurt as I write this, two days later.
After the Sisyphean task of walking to Abbie's house we were pretty much screwed and had to get a taxi home. The only problem was we had bugger-all money. We decided to go as far as the $5 I had could take us. Before long a taxi came by and we hopped in.
Me "Hey mate, we're going to Glebe. We only have five bucks though, so when the meter gets to five bucks just drop us off wherever."
Taxi driver "I like you, you honest. You give me five dollar now, I take you to Glebe."
Us "Awesome!" "Thanks man, you're a legend!"
I spent the night on the floor for lack of a better sleeping place, which sucked. A lot.
The next night wasn't very remarkable. We ran through the rain to get to the stainy pub down the road which has $2.50 schooners. We had a few beers and some dinner while we listened to the band that was playing there. Of course, just as I was getting into the music the other guys decided we should leave.
Today me and Zeff walked about seven kilometres to get a new radiator hose for Zeff's car. That sucked.
We started out at some pub. On the way there we were in a taxi and Doff was in another taxi. As some stage we pulled up at the same set of traffic lights and we started yelling "hey Doff!" Then the taxi driver who had a thick Asian accent yelled it as well, which was hilarious. When we got to the pub I nicked a Heineken glass as a feeble retaliation for making Heineken so rediculously expensive. Me and Zeff then wandered off in search of a bottle shop to get some cheaper booze. None of the nearby places had anything very cheap so we wandered off towards Oxford St. We eventually found a bottle shop on Oxford St., bought a bottle of Passion Pop and sculled it in a nearby alley. I needed to take a leak so we went into a nearby bar to use the facilities.
(A side note for those who don't know: Oxford St. is the gay centre of Sydney, and it is safe to assume any bar on Oxford St. to be a gay bar. I knew that, but Zeff didn't.)
We went in and walked upstairs to where the toilet was. I went in. When I came out Zeff said something along the lines of "holy shit, I just realised this it a gay bar!" Of course, my response was "duh. We're on Oxford St., what do you expect?" Apparently the tip-off was when he was standing there idly beatboxing and a guy came out of the toilet and said in a really gay voice, "you're beatboxing your little heart out aren't you?"
The night took a turn for the worse when Abbie convinced us to walk her home. It wouldn't have been so bad if it had been the three blocks she said it was, but we ended up walking for probably the better part of an hour, out past bloody Kensington. On the way, I was climbing a tree (I was drunk by this stage) and Doff told me to jump out and he'd catch me. Of course, he didn't, and I fell on my tailbone on a tree root which hurt like hell.
"AAARGH, that fucking canes! If I wanted to have a sore arse because of a root, I would have stayed on bloody Oxford Street."
Not long after I jumped onto Doff's back and he proceeded to fall backwards onto me. I landed on my elbows and they still hurt as I write this, two days later.
After the Sisyphean task of walking to Abbie's house we were pretty much screwed and had to get a taxi home. The only problem was we had bugger-all money. We decided to go as far as the $5 I had could take us. Before long a taxi came by and we hopped in.
Me "Hey mate, we're going to Glebe. We only have five bucks though, so when the meter gets to five bucks just drop us off wherever."
Taxi driver "I like you, you honest. You give me five dollar now, I take you to Glebe."
Us "Awesome!" "Thanks man, you're a legend!"
I spent the night on the floor for lack of a better sleeping place, which sucked. A lot.
The next night wasn't very remarkable. We ran through the rain to get to the stainy pub down the road which has $2.50 schooners. We had a few beers and some dinner while we listened to the band that was playing there. Of course, just as I was getting into the music the other guys decided we should leave.
Today me and Zeff walked about seven kilometres to get a new radiator hose for Zeff's car. That sucked.
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