We spotted a restaurant on the street level below the club and ordered bottle of wine to warm up our talent for the night. By the time I had suffered three sips of the wine, I couldn't take it anymore and decided that this liquid tasted more like conjunctivitis than fine vino, but felt ill at the thought of leaving a bottle behind. So my girlfriend and I pretty much shot down the remainders and by 10 minutes time we had a waiter standing at our table. It was so hard to keep a straight face as he told us "we've had a couple of complaints about the noise level and some parents are concerned about the discussions they are overhearing". So yes, you can say we were evicted from that establishment and on the way out we made loud dalek noises into a fast moving fan that was located near the exit door.
Our names were on the door and let me tell you, it wasn't a big list. I counted a total of 5 patrons, 4 bar staff and 1 DJ. Usually I would love this exclusiveness, but at that time I felt embarrassed because it was such a small turn out for the brand new club and they wouldn't even made enough on door entry to keep the lights switched on! So being a generous and thoughtful person, I thought of a way that I could make the books look good for opening night and this involved buying copious amounts of wine, cocktails and shots for everyone in the club (not often I can do that)!
Now with every adventure Candy and her minions have, there is always a big bad scary wolf lurking in the corner. This one came in the form of being a short, bald crackhead that must have had a sight problem because he spoke approxiamately 1 inch away from my face. The wolf was quizzing us on why we had such bright eyes and clear skin, which we informed him was a positive outcome on not being on drugs like he was. I managed to escape the foul conversation by going to the dance floor, but my girlfriend later informed me that the wolf ended up being a particular client that was owing money to her law firm for unpaid court fines! So he would've thought his dreams had come true when she was asking for his digits, but the truth was, she was getting a contact number off him to follow up the fines on monday.
So further on into the evening, my darling little friend had taken advantage of the open bar, got quite messy and chose the quicker option of getting down the stairs, which was sliding down them on her ass till she hit the bottom. Another friend had offered to give us a lift to the city and as we had driven about 500k's, my girlfriend demanded to get out of the car, followed by holding on for dear life and elegantly spewing into the nearby council bin. Amazingly enough, I was still hungry and progressed to my old faithful safe haven that is....Hungry Jacks.
I was actually feeling quite fresh, whereas Struggletown was the next stop for my faithful OHA member standing beside me. We fought for a taxi, flopped our royal behinds in the back and hoped to god we made it home before the headache begun.
HOW DARE THEY EVICT SUCH TALENT! Candy xx
Baahaha.. The good ole faithful Council bin - Classic!
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