Tastes just like 'I can't believe it's not Poultry!'
Alright, so, here's the 411. Get Jiggy wit' it.
My hombre Ben turned 8teen. Yer. Word.
*Slap*
Sorry...

So, Viro turns 18 right? Right. He plans big bowling/drinking thing, right? Right. Then he doesn't have the good sense to plan it for my weekend OFF. Oh no, he has to be born on a weekend when I work.

This seemed like a bad thing.

After a failed attempt to trade working weekends, I set myself up for the inevitable punishment of partying late, then working all day.

I'm still waiting. Maybe those 6 precious hour of sleep and a McDonalds Muffin where all it took, but I have no Hangover (The usual state of affairs for me) and no problems. Other than my ankle.. But I'm getting to that.

So, it starts about.. 2 hours after I get off work Saturday. Viro and Mark rock up to my place while I'm showering to get my groove on. After a short delay to grab clean smelling stuff and do my hair, and a brief pause or 4 of contemplation as to the potential wisdom of taking a change of clothes, which didn't happen... We took off to Bunbury.

Half hour or so of driving.

Once reashing Bunbury, our first trip was to our Pimp pad at the Clifton, proudly supplied by our generous sponsors, Ben's parents. After patrolling the streets for a good 2 minutes looking for the dang place, we found it. We hooked up with a room key, and threw our stuff inside. We were promised a roll away bed, which didn't happen when we arrive, so we mentioned it on the way out.

The desk clerk asked us to be quiet when we came home. Heh.

So, we headed off to Bowling, a bit over half an hour early. We had the general consensus we should grab a HJ's shaped snack of chips, but when we actually got their, we decided to drive over and check in the bowling alley to see if anyone was as early as we were. Nope. But we decided to stay and play games as opposed to eating. So, about 10 past seven, we got a little bored and wandered outside to wait for people to arrive. And arrive they did.

First was Elisha, Noodles, Tasha nd Kirsty. Tash and Kirsty piked. Pikers. Next came Russell Cox, Ant, Quibble and... Wynn? Ok, my memories pretty fuzzy after this point. But everyone, bar those who didn't show up or left, showed up. And we went inside after a call from the EXTREMLY rude balling attendant to Ben's home to tell us to hurry up. They were not pleasant about the whole thing, really they weren't. Not nice, especially when we brought in 16 people or so worth of buisness and it was for a birthday party. Ah well, my plans for revenge are already in motion.

So, we did the bowling thing. Our alley had the best scores on average, far as I can recall. Never did see a score sheet. As we entered the secodn game, I became less competitive and began to experiment with style. Ballerina style. Knee slide style, and the untimely and useless, between the legs style. Though the arse first style was a big success. Basically, because of the way a bowling ball is heavy and a not throw through air thing, to go between the legs, you have to turn sideways, and swing low. Only problem is, when your ankle gets in the way.

Told you I'd talk about it later.

So, with an injured ankle, I was out of play.

Now, as a side reference, I should comment there was a gaggle of attractive girls wandering around, one of which was wearing an off the shoulder t-shirt with no bra. She was pretty and attractive, yes there's a difference, and I was sorta eyeing her off. Not with the intention of making a move or anything but just for, you know, eye candy and to see if she eyed back, which she seemed to. Now, this will become more important in a minute.

Once Mark finished my game for me, he got me 2 strikes in a row, we all moved back to the gamign area. It turns out that gaggle of ladies where waiting to use our lane, so they moved in as we moved out. People where playing various games, and I sat somewhat inconcspicuously so I could continue my viewing 'eye sex' thing. What can I say, I'm desperate and male. Now, about 10 minutes after they started play, and just before we were going to leave, a guy who was apparently there with her friend, signalled her over to where he was sitting, waiting for his turn. He got her to bend forward a little, like he wanted to say something, then pulled down the right hand side of her top and had a quick look. This caused much laughing amongst them, and while my view point didn't afford me a look, she looked in my direction, probably at the large group that was forming up in preperation to move on (But a guy can dream) and looked thoroughly embarresed/amused/in shock.

I'm not sure if anyone else saw that, but I found it quite entertaining. Even if you did have to get all dirty feeling reading through my desperately bizarre eye sex fetish thing. Shortly after, we all moved off. I waved good bye to loose-top girl just ebfore I vanished around a corner as she was retelling the story of her firends boyfriends voyeuristic voyeur, and we moved off to Hungry Jacks.

Due to my Ankle condition, I had to drive. And did so. Various present shaped loot of Spiderman, BEACH ADVENTURE (This is so wrong) action figure and midori drinkign set flavours where stored in my car. For some reason, while I was out front of HJ's, contemplating the painful walk to KFC, all of 50 metres, the KFC staff went crazy and began shouting thing I couldn't hear out of the drive through speaker. Shortly afterwards, Viro followed by me with a slight begrudging of beating on my own ankle with a 14 pound bowling bowl, set off to KFC. We bought stuff and went back to HJ's to eat it, as you do. People huddeled around tables in a general group like atmosphere, and we partied on. Well, by party I actually mean talk. But we talked on. Oh yes, we talked. And I found myself in a non-verbal, would rather eb drinking/dancing mood, so the talking soon proved rather boring, for em at least. Though, there where admittedly soem interesting people and interesting conversations going on.

So, after everyone had had their fill and in the case of Quibble, demolished a burger he found not to his liking, we proceeded to send the kiddly winks home and head off to our hotel, with the intention of parking there leaving the key in the car, and then heading back to the Grand, the assigned meeting point, on foot. Once again, Ankle + Walking = Pain.

Once everyone met up we did the talking thing for awhile, and soon headed off the the Reef to drink. Free entry, all good. Dodgy ID accepted. All good. Extremly hot digidydam waitresses, VERY all good. Some pool was played, some drinking was had. Viro spent $12.50 the whole night, or something, because everytime he wanted a drink, someoone threw one his way. After the drinkign and pool, we headed out towards the Dance floor with a short.. Ok, Long break to oogle the dancing girls. Two girls. Small, white tops. Red hot pants. Dirty dancing with each other. As a male, to any other males out there, I compell thee to go to this place. The chicks alone would eb worth the admission fee. So, when we did start dancing, we did so in a large group. After a while, said large group, composed primarily of people society tends to label as computer nerds, found our way onto the mini-stage thing where we bathed in the lime light. Notes of importance:

+If there's a guy with a clip board, say that it's your birthday, and he'll get you a free shooter.

+When mosh bouncing (Hopping in my case) with one hand up in the air, watch out for other patrons heads when you bring them down. One poor girl tried to carve out her own piece of the stage with us for awhile. But there where lots of us, one of her, and she seemed to give up shortly.

We kept dancing for quite awhile, leaving the Reef at about... 12? I can't remember. We headed to Area One. This was pretty quiet, and more like I expected the Reef to be at first. But given an hour or so for the various people, including yet more women in tight and otherwise revealing clothing, to show up it started to heat up pretty fast.

So, there was more dancing, drinking and perving. The hgihlights of the evening would probably be... More dancing on mini-stages, I even had a blinking spotlight on me at some point, though I figure it had to be accidental. I don't dance THAT good.. Do I? O.o Had to close my eyes because of the spotty and still my eyes where filled with flashes of white. My ears ringed for a good while after each venue, and felt generally filled with silly putty. But probably the true highlight, was the point int he evening where Viro came close to picking up.

Early at the club, I had isntated a new rule that whoever picked up first got the Double bed. And though he was unsuccessful, for this time, Viro did still get it by Birthday default. The chick did seem to be into our little 'Legally allowed to do stuff now' Viro though. She even 'accidentally' fell back into him at one point.

Ah, young people today.

And that's pretty much where it ends. With teh whole working thing, Viro was convinced to leave at about 3:30. I need sleep, funny of me I know. Mark was pretty tired too. So, his little vixen vanished off into the crowd, and we headed off into the night.

And that, is that.

Boom, baby
--Kiljoy
Any feeling of actually being there brought on by this story is entirely intentional, but does not entitle you to act like you were.
posted by Unknown at 5/11/2002 11:47:00 PM [edit]