Bad – Manhunt on a Friday night
Worse – The same hellish establishment on a student-night Thursday (Think badly parked cars everywhere & kids still bearing esteem issues creating even greater acts of self-importance)
Worst – That den of iniquity on a student (*cough* kiddies)-night Thursday when Matrics have just written their last exams & varsity students are on holiday in their droves.
Even the normal frequenters approached the club, stopped, and gasped, at the chaos & amount of people.
Once in, hell, I was in what can only be described as paedophile heaven. I stood in a corner of the foyer trying not to make eye contact, for fear of what the small ounce of my surging female testosterone might do if I heard one dumb remark or had one disgusted glare, or that I may be called ugly again – as I was wearing ankle-length pants (Madness! How conservative am I!) & donning my own hair colour.
Now before a single one of you shakes your head at my self-destructive behaviour & starts ranting back, I was there on a mission. The plan was meant to take me at most an hour from my local pub, via this joint 20 minutes away, and for me to be on my couch just in time to watch my addiction – Week Nite 11pm Sex & The City rerun.
I wanted my jacket back.
Mission accomplished! Never underestimate my powers of persuasion, even when being jostled around by oblivious brats. (Can you just imagine me as a 90 years old – I am going to be one grouchy cursing bitch always muttering “Bluddy kids”)
For all the hell I give that place, their staff are just great & treated me sweetly and helped out instantly. Thank you very much guys!! -Mr. Bouncer Man let me speak to him as soon as I’d gently manoeuvred my way to the doorway (“Let the geriatric through! Old lady coming through!”), dear Thomas-behind-the-counter, who had to ply through 1000 small black jackets to find mine, and the manager is even do-a-double-take cute (I think it was the accent) AND witty AND intelligent. Although, when standing next to that clientele, the same could almost be said about dear George W!
As I was leaving, I nearly got into a fight with a BMW driver for tearing down my lane, directly at me, oh cause you know, if you drive a BMW, what are road rules!
Never ever again. Now I am done with that suburb. Thank you & goodbye.
Well, not never… Teazers is their neighbour after all. (Eugh, don’t even get me started on the clientele I saw entering THAT joint as I drove past! Shame, those poor strippers! I hope they get the occasional hot younger man squandering his money there).
On another, possibly Manhunt-related, story….Sms convo yesterday morning:
Strange number: Sorry who this
Champs: Why? I don’t know who you are either.
Strange number: Ya I have your number under very sexy chick
Champs: HAHAHAHA. That sounds like me!
Our IT guys came to the office yesterday afternoon. We are no longer receiving emails since their visit and the internet is now S L O W. Fcking I.T!!! (Well, obviously not YOU dear I.T. blog friend!)
P.S. I made my first 101 comments on a post!! (Last Friday's post) Congrats to me & thank you all for bantering away about randomness that made it possible. Granted it didn't all happen in one day, but baby steps. Sorry Rob & MG if this makes you feel anymore inadequate, it's just that I have better cleavage!