Where to begin ....
Ok I will start with Tuesday last week and my experience at a fast food joint.
I thought Id swing by LJS and grab a bite to eat. I had just been served and my food was cooking so it would take a few minutes, no worries. I was casually waiting at the counter when an older blonde lady sauntered over, stood right in front of me and scowled at me as if I were in HER road. Now when I say right infront of me, I mean that her peroxided hair was in my face and her crappy imitation Gucci apparell was smothering me. She proceeded to sigh and grunt as the counter staff were out back preparing my food. I proceeded to grumble irritably about how people were so incredibly rude and obnoxious and clearly manners werent important in todays society. She got the hint and moved over ..... but only SLIGHTLY.
My food was served to me, it looked damn good and my mouth was watering. FUSH N CHUPS rock my world so shut up. Anyway, I was about to walk away with my tasty treat and she coughed all over it. Yes thats right, the stuck up, holier than thou bitch coughed on my food. And it wasnt just one of those little ones that escape. It was a big, hacking, flemy cough. I have never wanted to punch someone in the face so much in my whole entire life.
Thursday turned out to be all very random and full of fun. Work went by rather quickly, then I headed off to the hairdressers to rid myself of that god awful morange colour that had been plauging my otherwise hot momma hair for so long. MORANGE BE GONE! 40 vol sure taught it a thing or two. Anyway, after I was feeling sexilicious with my new found wispy bits, I met up with B as he was up in Auckland on family business. We were going to go catch a movie but nothing tickled our fancy, well my fancy at least, so we headed to the K Road Ballroom to shoot some pool. I impressed myself with my awesome pool skills. I actually sunk some balls phwoar! After a few hours of playing we decided a change of scene was in order. After J's recommendation of The Whitehouse, we thought we would pop in for a looksee. First off, the door guy was incredibly rude, way too staunch and if he cracked a smile his face would've shattered. Sunshine, you're working for The Whitehouse, the one in Auckland with the strippers, not for el presidente. Point the second, where were the brunettes? If I wanted to see a bunch of skantily clad, bleached blonde clones I would've just gone down to the waterfront and saved myself $20. Perky pigtails, as I affectionately called her, was the only girl that I even remotely gawked at. I think Mermaids is way better.
So after the lull that was The Whitehouse, we decided to head home. I bumped into an old friend on Queen Street, which was rather spooky seeing as I had just been asking after a few days ago. How is that for random. K told me I would find him in the gutter and fuck me, Queen Street, gutter - close enough. We had a quick catch up, handed over new methods of getting in contact and went off on our merry ways.
That pretty much brings me up to date to this weekend. Krissy came up from Hamtown on Saturday afternoon as we had decided to hit the town that night. We had a basic plan but never actually made it out clubbing/pubbing though and instead hung out at my long lost friend's place. The night was rather interesting. I hadn't seen A in YEARS so it was great to catch up again. We talked about all things imaginable and got up to speed with what had been going on over the last few years. Meanwhile, Krissy was having the time of her life macking on one of his flatmates hahaha. Time was zooming by and I attempted to get Krissy away from the flatmate and go to town but she was hooked. I didn't get to bed until just after 6am at N's, managed a few hours of sleep before having to locate Krissy and make our way back to the Shore.
Funny moment of the evening: Krissy smearing vaseline all over her lips (and getting it everywhere) whilst in an altered state.
Gross moment of the evening: One of A's friends being dared to skull half a bottle of Kristov for $40, trying it, getting about half way through, gagging, trying again and then throwing up all over the kitchen bench. I cringed when he started doing it because that is the stupid kind of shit I was doing when I was 16, not 20 something!
Good times were flowing though and I have to say it was a pretty mint weekend \m/
Ok I will start with Tuesday last week and my experience at a fast food joint.
I thought Id swing by LJS and grab a bite to eat. I had just been served and my food was cooking so it would take a few minutes, no worries. I was casually waiting at the counter when an older blonde lady sauntered over, stood right in front of me and scowled at me as if I were in HER road. Now when I say right infront of me, I mean that her peroxided hair was in my face and her crappy imitation Gucci apparell was smothering me. She proceeded to sigh and grunt as the counter staff were out back preparing my food. I proceeded to grumble irritably about how people were so incredibly rude and obnoxious and clearly manners werent important in todays society. She got the hint and moved over ..... but only SLIGHTLY.
My food was served to me, it looked damn good and my mouth was watering. FUSH N CHUPS rock my world so shut up. Anyway, I was about to walk away with my tasty treat and she coughed all over it. Yes thats right, the stuck up, holier than thou bitch coughed on my food. And it wasnt just one of those little ones that escape. It was a big, hacking, flemy cough. I have never wanted to punch someone in the face so much in my whole entire life.
Thursday turned out to be all very random and full of fun. Work went by rather quickly, then I headed off to the hairdressers to rid myself of that god awful morange colour that had been plauging my otherwise hot momma hair for so long. MORANGE BE GONE! 40 vol sure taught it a thing or two. Anyway, after I was feeling sexilicious with my new found wispy bits, I met up with B as he was up in Auckland on family business. We were going to go catch a movie but nothing tickled our fancy, well my fancy at least, so we headed to the K Road Ballroom to shoot some pool. I impressed myself with my awesome pool skills. I actually sunk some balls phwoar! After a few hours of playing we decided a change of scene was in order. After J's recommendation of The Whitehouse, we thought we would pop in for a looksee. First off, the door guy was incredibly rude, way too staunch and if he cracked a smile his face would've shattered. Sunshine, you're working for The Whitehouse, the one in Auckland with the strippers, not for el presidente. Point the second, where were the brunettes? If I wanted to see a bunch of skantily clad, bleached blonde clones I would've just gone down to the waterfront and saved myself $20. Perky pigtails, as I affectionately called her, was the only girl that I even remotely gawked at. I think Mermaids is way better.
So after the lull that was The Whitehouse, we decided to head home. I bumped into an old friend on Queen Street, which was rather spooky seeing as I had just been asking after a few days ago. How is that for random. K told me I would find him in the gutter and fuck me, Queen Street, gutter - close enough. We had a quick catch up, handed over new methods of getting in contact and went off on our merry ways.
That pretty much brings me up to date to this weekend. Krissy came up from Hamtown on Saturday afternoon as we had decided to hit the town that night. We had a basic plan but never actually made it out clubbing/pubbing though and instead hung out at my long lost friend's place. The night was rather interesting. I hadn't seen A in YEARS so it was great to catch up again. We talked about all things imaginable and got up to speed with what had been going on over the last few years. Meanwhile, Krissy was having the time of her life macking on one of his flatmates hahaha. Time was zooming by and I attempted to get Krissy away from the flatmate and go to town but she was hooked. I didn't get to bed until just after 6am at N's, managed a few hours of sleep before having to locate Krissy and make our way back to the Shore.
Funny moment of the evening: Krissy smearing vaseline all over her lips (and getting it everywhere) whilst in an altered state.
Gross moment of the evening: One of A's friends being dared to skull half a bottle of Kristov for $40, trying it, getting about half way through, gagging, trying again and then throwing up all over the kitchen bench. I cringed when he started doing it because that is the stupid kind of shit I was doing when I was 16, not 20 something!
Good times were flowing though and I have to say it was a pretty mint weekend \m/
I've been known to do stupid childish stunts and they usually end up with me having to go to the emergency room.