Hold your coats?!
I refuse to be criticised for watching Big Brother by someone who chooses watch the OC. It's so 1999. Maybe if you were a teenager I could accept it, like, you know. But you're not. You should have jumped off the teenage American soap boat at Dawson's Creek. Glass houses, baby.
Meanwhile, Big Brother has to be one of the funniest shows on telly. Certainly funnier than the endless repeats of The Simpsons that Ten has been beating us to death with for the last decade. Do you seriously need to watch those yellow fools (hilarious as they are, first time round) at 6pm and 7pm every night of the week. God.
I'm not proud of loving BB, but credit where credit is due please. There is no other reality TV show that has managed to stay as fresh and maintain the consistently high ratings that BB pulls. The twins element this time around was sensational (they were exposed the other day by the dopey country boy), as are the $5000 fines. (One of the housemates got fined the other day for calling Big Brother a Jew. haha!) They have been in the house less than two weeks and they have already lost $95,000. At this rate, there will be no prize money by July. Plus, on Friday nights they all get to try and kill each other in this Gladiator style play off.
Anyway...what a great weekend! Debbie really knows how to throw a party.
After a quiet night drinking myself into oblivion with my girls from Video Sleazy, Debbie's 22nd was a welcome (plus two parts disturbing) surprise.
Like Jon, I went to Debbie's place pretty much certain that I'd head home when everyone else went into the city. But it took just seconds for the alcohol to take hold and all plans of an early night to evaporate. (I know midori is a key ingredient in some of the girliest girly drinks, but taken straight it's not to be sniffed at - knowing I'd be arriving late I thought I better have a few shots of something to help me catch up - I was wrecked within 45 minutes.)
Debbie's parties are always great, and Saturday was no exception. Lots of people. Lots of spillage. Romi was obliterated by the time I arrived, but managed to stage a recovery in order to "share" a taxi with TC and I into the city.
Tim and I picked up Scotto and his bitches from Retro. Man, Scotto was spot on about the crowd. It sucked big time. It was like fat was the new black in there.
After about 30 seconds at Retro we headed over to DV8 and hung out with all the goths...and Debbie and her friends. I thought I'd be terrified, but it was actually a pretty friendly atmosphere. Apparently Fish nearly got bashed up, but I didn't know about that at the time.
The only thing I don't like about the place is its nauseatingly predictable name. So boring.
Anyway, Jon and I played a game of pool against a couple of guys. They caned us to within an inch of defeat before the white ball followed the eight ball in. It would have been a costly lost.
There was ZERO security inside so Tim and I explored behind every NO ENTRY sign. We even found a second, hidden stairwell.
The rest is all pretty black and blurry. It went something like this. Black. Couches. Black. Bourban. Bourban. Black. Hardware Lane. Black. Debbie. ATM. Hardware Lane. Jon. Black. Bourban. Dance floor. Spinning. Black. Taxi. Door key. Black. Morning.
Did I mention that I went through a highly misogynist phase on Saturday night? It culminated with me wanting to tell Debbie and Allisa (when they asked me to mind their coats) "Hold your coats? Hold your coats?! If I had my way, you wouldn't even exist!" Of course, I held back, and have since dealt with that nasty side. Mostly. Can you be a part time misogynist? I think I'd really like that.
Aight - BB is on... better run.
Meanwhile, Big Brother has to be one of the funniest shows on telly. Certainly funnier than the endless repeats of The Simpsons that Ten has been beating us to death with for the last decade. Do you seriously need to watch those yellow fools (hilarious as they are, first time round) at 6pm and 7pm every night of the week. God.
I'm not proud of loving BB, but credit where credit is due please. There is no other reality TV show that has managed to stay as fresh and maintain the consistently high ratings that BB pulls. The twins element this time around was sensational (they were exposed the other day by the dopey country boy), as are the $5000 fines. (One of the housemates got fined the other day for calling Big Brother a Jew. haha!) They have been in the house less than two weeks and they have already lost $95,000. At this rate, there will be no prize money by July. Plus, on Friday nights they all get to try and kill each other in this Gladiator style play off.
Anyway...what a great weekend! Debbie really knows how to throw a party.
After a quiet night drinking myself into oblivion with my girls from Video Sleazy, Debbie's 22nd was a welcome (plus two parts disturbing) surprise.
Like Jon, I went to Debbie's place pretty much certain that I'd head home when everyone else went into the city. But it took just seconds for the alcohol to take hold and all plans of an early night to evaporate. (I know midori is a key ingredient in some of the girliest girly drinks, but taken straight it's not to be sniffed at - knowing I'd be arriving late I thought I better have a few shots of something to help me catch up - I was wrecked within 45 minutes.)
Debbie's parties are always great, and Saturday was no exception. Lots of people. Lots of spillage. Romi was obliterated by the time I arrived, but managed to stage a recovery in order to "share" a taxi with TC and I into the city.
Tim and I picked up Scotto and his bitches from Retro. Man, Scotto was spot on about the crowd. It sucked big time. It was like fat was the new black in there.
After about 30 seconds at Retro we headed over to DV8 and hung out with all the goths...and Debbie and her friends. I thought I'd be terrified, but it was actually a pretty friendly atmosphere. Apparently Fish nearly got bashed up, but I didn't know about that at the time.
The only thing I don't like about the place is its nauseatingly predictable name. So boring.
Anyway, Jon and I played a game of pool against a couple of guys. They caned us to within an inch of defeat before the white ball followed the eight ball in. It would have been a costly lost.
There was ZERO security inside so Tim and I explored behind every NO ENTRY sign. We even found a second, hidden stairwell.
The rest is all pretty black and blurry. It went something like this. Black. Couches. Black. Bourban. Bourban. Black. Hardware Lane. Black. Debbie. ATM. Hardware Lane. Jon. Black. Bourban. Dance floor. Spinning. Black. Taxi. Door key. Black. Morning.
Did I mention that I went through a highly misogynist phase on Saturday night? It culminated with me wanting to tell Debbie and Allisa (when they asked me to mind their coats) "Hold your coats? Hold your coats?! If I had my way, you wouldn't even exist!" Of course, I held back, and have since dealt with that nasty side. Mostly. Can you be a part time misogynist? I think I'd really like that.
Aight - BB is on... better run.
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