News from one fucked up weekend

It was a sad, sad day when we said our goodbyes to our beloved Tiger, but our spirits have been lifted once again after the potential of the newbie around the block, Manhattan.

Saturday saw the opening of the 9-mil' club, very stylish, nice light fittings (according to G Man - what a fag!). Yip, G, Judge and myself made our way across the Jukskei once again to attend the grand opening.

The night was very fucked up, the copious amounts of alcohol drunk very nearly challenged Sun City - Wezzo, we missed you. Actually, only G Man missed you - Judge and I hope you get stuck in Bots and never ever come back. NEVERS EVERS!!!! {Private joke, poes!}

At Primi we bumped into BA Baracus - he looked Judge up and down, pitied him three times before Judge could even make excuses for wearing a pink shirt, and the shirt itself even got embarrassed (and changed to a darker shade of salmon). Any ways, back to the club, it was packed. The queue outside was long, but being the social pimps we are, hooked up "front of the queue and straight inside" status. So great, big up to Charles, the Quantum Physics guys and the skinny white bouncer from Tiger. I forget your name, but you're a legend.



Lots of bars, hot(ish) bar ladeez, but definitely hot chicks. There was such white pants in that place, the oldies at Kensington Bowling Club were getting jealous.



Judge and G Man got so wrecked, they got to bond even more than last week. And from my point of view, got way too close.



It was an awesome night out - I think we've found our new hang out to deshtroy one time. You've been warned, the next time we go, we're bringing all The Boyz (and Girlz). Shit's gonna get nasty!

'Til next weekend...