Monday, 3 February 2014

#57 Some birthdays

"Can't believe we were up 'til half four" remarked Adam as we wandered back to the same pub for lunch on Sunday. I didn't tell him that I'd done the same thing the night before. I turn thirty later this year and as such, a lot of my friends are turning thirty this year. This weekend it was Chris and Gaj. Chris had a great night rocking out in a pub in Norwich to his own playlist, which included the Rocky IV soundtrack. Gaj has very little recollection of anything that happened after 10pm.

If the agencies that provided strippers had ten pence for every time a group of guys suggested half-heartedly that they should order one and didn't actually follow through, there'd be no need for any real strippers at all. I figure the agencies could extract the ten pence donations from the wives and girlfriends of the men concerned in return for maintaining the illusion that the service was freely available, whilst devising excuses when a genuine request was made. 

I'm tempted at this point to paste in the email invite that Tom circulated ahead of the night out. When you're trying to draw a crowd at two days' notice, you need Tom to work his magic quips and vocabulary into the invitation. This time he surpassed even his previous efforts. I think that maybe his beard gives him special literary powers. Maybe I should grow one.

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