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28th November 2008: Wow last night was messy. We had dinner with my parents, which was nice, and made even nice that we were given a sack of honey rum by the owner, which he insisted we drank from a lot. But the food was gorgeous as always, and the honey rum was fantastic. But then you would only know that if you came here, because honey rum is Canarian and only available cheaply in Gran Canaria. You can get it in london for £50 a bottle, but here it's £8. Then we went to Seven Budda Bar. Not my idea, but my friend who was drunk and was lured in by the cute girl PR. So we sat and drank a few drinks there. Namely because I was interrogating the girl on whether she had seen our friends who live here since the bar closed. But she was vague, so we left. But not before a woman who was slurring her words so badly that she was incomprehensible and her husband who looked like an immaciated Iggy Pop left. She struggled to get to her feet, but he got up, sat down, got up, lurched forward and went through a pile of chairs, and hit his chest against the bar, then slurred "sorry" and tried not to fall over as he left. Then the staff of Seven Budda Bar refused to let him go down the stairs, based on how he was handling flat ground... They called a taxi for him and asked the driver to assist him down the stairs. Then we went back to Tropicana Bar. That was my idea. And it was a stunning idea too. You see, the barman, Tony, he knew where Antonio, Billy and Les aka Michelle were. Very productive. So we stayed and my god and I glad that we did. You see, I got to play the shots game with Tony, my friend and Neil the DJ. And we brought La Fiesta to The Tropicana Bar. We started what we called in La Fiesta a shots war. You pick on one person, normally a lightweight person, and then get them to drink as many shots as you can. The more nasty ones the better. And Tony slipped to us that Neil couldn't drink. Perfect target. By the end of the night he had drunk about a dozen shots, about half of them were nasty, and had given up on not drinking, and had drunk 3 beers too. He got drunk the night before and had been given a rollocking from his boss for being drunk on the job. So, tonight I am off to Sioux City, a cowboy themed night, with a barbeque and a free bar for four hours. Then I am going to try and persuade my friend to stay in the hotel bar. I woke up this morning feeling like hell. Well, not really surprising considering that I drank a glass of honey rum, god knows how much from the bag, and drank at least half a dozen rum and cokes, a shot of sambuca (on the house thanks to Tony) and about a dozen shots. Two of which contained heavy doses of Lee And Perins. They ran out of Tabasco. I'll try and post some photos tomorrow or perhaps later today. And on a side note, I have done my good deed for the day. There is a short, quite large, redheaded receptionist here at Anfi, and I am sat right by the doors. So, she was walking out with a big pile of papers, and I looked up, looked at her and gave her my bestest work smile. The one I use to make customers feel happy. She left with a little smile on her face and was blushing all the way out the door. See? I can be nice. Sometimes. Permalink | |
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