Well last night, by definition, sucked donkey balls. This is the story of how I screwed the whole night up for everyone.
Because I passed my road test on Tuesday, I don't have any photo ID. All I have is my driver's licence for that. I don't have a passport because I've never needed one. I figured, given the circumstances, a strip club would be the ideal place for me to go and not have to worry too much about being ID'd. I figured that it would be easier to get away with just having my temp licence.
I was wrong.
The eastern European monkey (actually, he kinda sounded like Ah-nold, so maybe he was Austrian or German or something) they had working the door asked me for ID AFTER the door girl took my money. Go figure. Needless to say I got my money back.
Anyways, group consensus was to go to this restaurant called DV8 which is a funky place with good drinks and munchies. We walked down there from the strip club and unfortunately, it was PACKED. No getting in for a group of 12. LAME. So some of us decided to come back to my place, and some went home.
My best friend and her boyfriend ended up in a HUGE fight on the way back to the car, which ended with him breaking up with her (the verdict's still out on whether that's permanent though...). Oi.
So we came back here and drank and watched Robin Williams standup and played cards.
The end.
Because I passed my road test on Tuesday, I don't have any photo ID. All I have is my driver's licence for that. I don't have a passport because I've never needed one. I figured, given the circumstances, a strip club would be the ideal place for me to go and not have to worry too much about being ID'd. I figured that it would be easier to get away with just having my temp licence.
I was wrong.
The eastern European monkey (actually, he kinda sounded like Ah-nold, so maybe he was Austrian or German or something) they had working the door asked me for ID AFTER the door girl took my money. Go figure. Needless to say I got my money back.
Anyways, group consensus was to go to this restaurant called DV8 which is a funky place with good drinks and munchies. We walked down there from the strip club and unfortunately, it was PACKED. No getting in for a group of 12. LAME. So some of us decided to come back to my place, and some went home.
My best friend and her boyfriend ended up in a HUGE fight on the way back to the car, which ended with him breaking up with her (the verdict's still out on whether that's permanent though...). Oi.
So we came back here and drank and watched Robin Williams standup and played cards.
The end.
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sad as that is to say :p
and i never said yours
i just said some free access to nice ones
haha