Saturday, November 01, 2003
The 16th Post - btw is anyone actually counting to see if my number of posts is correct? Hmmm, yuss, I thought so.
Wow. What a spiffy cool, funkalishous, booty tastical, dancy fancy, dress up, doll up girly fun weekend it is!!
Well the weekend isn't over yet, but started off with a blast of a Friday day and a shocker of a Friday evening......... Or was it the other way round? Yes, it was indeed a decent Friday and a most excellent *retro fever* Friday night out on the town!! One of my friends had a birthday and it was great!! She had fun and we all had fun too ^_^
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH - I found out that I CAN WIN A GAME OF POOL WITH NO SKILL - how you aks? by playing in a pair - there is then only a 50% chance of stuffing up a game with a 25% of actually losing and more of a 75% chance of actually winning - WHICH WE DID!!!!!! and it was a great fun game at that. Please note I didn't do very well in statistics in my college maths class.
And then, we raced to a local swish venue - okay, so it's not that swish anymore, they got cheapie couches now and all the cool seats have gone. Something to do with patrons and spillage of alcohol I reckon. Or cost or something and the drycleaning and the stickiness of drinks which I have mentioned before in one of my earlier posts if you care to read belowwwwww. Yes but anyway we got if for FREE. I have money, we have money, but getting in for free is like the first freebie of the evening and makes everything all the better and then again there is always saving that extra 5-7 dollars which equates to a few beers..... Maybe even 4 beers if you think that a few is actually equal to three and not four although I don't care to make a point to argue of course but there are only 3 types of people in the world - those who can count and those who can't.
Anyway enough of bad jokes!! But it was a great evening with some of the best buddies to hang out with for a eventful and memorable outing!
Now, how about the beetch session? Yuss? Beetch on? okies ^_^
Well, after only one weird mix with a top up of energising drinkk that gives you winggs with a dash of coffee liqueur and a shot of the good ol russian water it was time to hit the dance floor to strut the Tassie two step - also referred to in a previous blog of mine! A little break and a breather from the frenetic two step action and then some more dancing gives way to the onslaught of party goers in the very wee wee hour of the morning. As the other dancers start to get a little tired the faces start to change from normal happy to quite, quite, quite very very very drunk merriment. And then the flailers come along! You know the ones I speak of with venom - the big gesturing arm swinging rotating lunging elbow pumping kinda dancers that only your mother could talk about coz they would be your mother's accquaintances that she knew back in her school days. That was the Hey Day of the twist etc. and all that kinda stuff and bugs - or is that beetles.....? Yuss, you know the kind of people that could take someone's block off with a jive talking elbow thrust that would put Michael Jackson's frequently protruding pelvis to shame. 0_0 This is me with two eyes but I could have easily lost an eye like this 0_X
*eep*
Do you know what your personal space is? Do you know what your comfort zone is? I tell you no one is allowed into my personal space or to breach the comfort zone. I had to try doing the "not caring if I get bumped dance" which was limting my Tassie two steps consisting of 1 feet to the right, 1 feet the left (imperial not metric) to a very very weird and uncomfotable dancing sequence. This was not to continue to be the case. Cigarettes then get involved. Reminds me of those wonderful performers with the rope with fire ball bits at each end that they tassel and swing about in amazing rotating motions oh so effortlessly - but totally NOT - this was random arm flailing, circling ash dropping dancing and to boot I had to doge TWO CIGGAS!! *regression, flashback, pain* I still have the beauty of a burn scar since my last episode with smokers on the dance floor.
Don't burn anyone with a cigarette. It's hot ash hurts. It hurts a lot. It especially hurts when it's left there longer than 2 seconds when the skins starts to melt from the dropped ash that came into contact with it, and as the little nerves start to register "it's hot" on your skin, the ash burns through tiny layer of epidermis and suddenly you brain tells you hand to react because "THAT's FUCKING HOT, AND IT'S EATING MY FLESH AWAY - THE PAIN, THE BURN, THE PANIC".
Ice is good. Better in a drink and not on your hand unless you want the residual alcohol sting...................................................
But also there is a sugar free version of the energising drinkk that gives you winggs and is also good with ice but not too watery. Hey, do you ever notice in those ads that there is a double letter in the slogan text? Keep and eye out for it. And don't leave your sanitary towels near your fish bowl - or those ultra absorbent kitchen wipes. You can just imagine a fish nightmare where his fish bowl is full of bloated tampons and the little strings tickle its gills that are trying to derive oxygen from cotton fibres....... Yuss. The world of advertising is a wacky place. I can't believe I am a consumer. It's the marketing I tell you. I blame the money.
Wow. What a spiffy cool, funkalishous, booty tastical, dancy fancy, dress up, doll up girly fun weekend it is!!
Well the weekend isn't over yet, but started off with a blast of a Friday day and a shocker of a Friday evening......... Or was it the other way round? Yes, it was indeed a decent Friday and a most excellent *retro fever* Friday night out on the town!! One of my friends had a birthday and it was great!! She had fun and we all had fun too ^_^
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH - I found out that I CAN WIN A GAME OF POOL WITH NO SKILL - how you aks? by playing in a pair - there is then only a 50% chance of stuffing up a game with a 25% of actually losing and more of a 75% chance of actually winning - WHICH WE DID!!!!!! and it was a great fun game at that. Please note I didn't do very well in statistics in my college maths class.
And then, we raced to a local swish venue - okay, so it's not that swish anymore, they got cheapie couches now and all the cool seats have gone. Something to do with patrons and spillage of alcohol I reckon. Or cost or something and the drycleaning and the stickiness of drinks which I have mentioned before in one of my earlier posts if you care to read belowwwwww. Yes but anyway we got if for FREE. I have money, we have money, but getting in for free is like the first freebie of the evening and makes everything all the better and then again there is always saving that extra 5-7 dollars which equates to a few beers..... Maybe even 4 beers if you think that a few is actually equal to three and not four although I don't care to make a point to argue of course but there are only 3 types of people in the world - those who can count and those who can't.
Anyway enough of bad jokes!! But it was a great evening with some of the best buddies to hang out with for a eventful and memorable outing!
Now, how about the beetch session? Yuss? Beetch on? okies ^_^
Well, after only one weird mix with a top up of energising drinkk that gives you winggs with a dash of coffee liqueur and a shot of the good ol russian water it was time to hit the dance floor to strut the Tassie two step - also referred to in a previous blog of mine! A little break and a breather from the frenetic two step action and then some more dancing gives way to the onslaught of party goers in the very wee wee hour of the morning. As the other dancers start to get a little tired the faces start to change from normal happy to quite, quite, quite very very very drunk merriment. And then the flailers come along! You know the ones I speak of with venom - the big gesturing arm swinging rotating lunging elbow pumping kinda dancers that only your mother could talk about coz they would be your mother's accquaintances that she knew back in her school days. That was the Hey Day of the twist etc. and all that kinda stuff and bugs - or is that beetles.....? Yuss, you know the kind of people that could take someone's block off with a jive talking elbow thrust that would put Michael Jackson's frequently protruding pelvis to shame. 0_0 This is me with two eyes but I could have easily lost an eye like this 0_X
*eep*
Do you know what your personal space is? Do you know what your comfort zone is? I tell you no one is allowed into my personal space or to breach the comfort zone. I had to try doing the "not caring if I get bumped dance" which was limting my Tassie two steps consisting of 1 feet to the right, 1 feet the left (imperial not metric) to a very very weird and uncomfotable dancing sequence. This was not to continue to be the case. Cigarettes then get involved. Reminds me of those wonderful performers with the rope with fire ball bits at each end that they tassel and swing about in amazing rotating motions oh so effortlessly - but totally NOT - this was random arm flailing, circling ash dropping dancing and to boot I had to doge TWO CIGGAS!! *regression, flashback, pain* I still have the beauty of a burn scar since my last episode with smokers on the dance floor.
Don't burn anyone with a cigarette. It's hot ash hurts. It hurts a lot. It especially hurts when it's left there longer than 2 seconds when the skins starts to melt from the dropped ash that came into contact with it, and as the little nerves start to register "it's hot" on your skin, the ash burns through tiny layer of epidermis and suddenly you brain tells you hand to react because "THAT's FUCKING HOT, AND IT'S EATING MY FLESH AWAY - THE PAIN, THE BURN, THE PANIC".
Ice is good. Better in a drink and not on your hand unless you want the residual alcohol sting...................................................
But also there is a sugar free version of the energising drinkk that gives you winggs and is also good with ice but not too watery. Hey, do you ever notice in those ads that there is a double letter in the slogan text? Keep and eye out for it. And don't leave your sanitary towels near your fish bowl - or those ultra absorbent kitchen wipes. You can just imagine a fish nightmare where his fish bowl is full of bloated tampons and the little strings tickle its gills that are trying to derive oxygen from cotton fibres....... Yuss. The world of advertising is a wacky place. I can't believe I am a consumer. It's the marketing I tell you. I blame the money.
// posted by Sooki Monster @ 5:12 PM 
