Thursday, 3 May 2007

Miglet's mid-week adventure

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So, the story is that I went to the doctor on Monday because one of my internal organs has been giving me grief. I suspected it was my liver and upon being poked and prodded by said doctor, I received confirmation that in fact my liver was inflamed. So, I think, well that's it then. No more booze until it's fixed, or at least that was the plan. The problem is that I'm not very good at saying no to alcohol.

Last night, I was dragged along to a "meet and greet" with the other publishing crews that work in our building. By the time I finished work, and we got to the pub, there were only two people still there. I didn't want to look like a pussy so I had a beer. I figured one wouldn't really hurt. But then these two nice lads invited us to another pub where they were meeting other people. Being the adventure-seeker that I am, I said okay. My other workmates bailed.

So, while watching one of the lads drink Shiraz like it was red cordial and discovering the world is indeed a small place (one of the other guys at the pub is second cousins with a guy I went to high school with), I received a phonecall from Jamie. "Where are ya Migs? I'm at Workshop, you comin' down for a drink?". How could I not, especially as he threw in a "Cobee's here," as well. So I bailed on Drunky McDrunk and co. and headed for Workshop.

There was a Fu-Tang sighting which is always good. There was bourbon ... bad. There were Canadians (they're like Perth crew, they just keep coming). There was a stop-off at St Jeromes, some photos in the Myer mirrors, and then on to Lounge. Upstairs was open and there was no covercharge, so we went in.

And who do I find on the dance floor? My hate-dance-partner-in-crime, Tim. So it was on for young and old. There was a lot to hate. Especially that chick that tried to pick me up. And I mean, literally. She grabbed me around the waist and tried to lift me off the ground. I ran away quick-smart. Anyway, there was more bourbon, too many smigarettes, a cheeseburger and a 3.30am walk home.

Awesome.

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