Time to cross the road. It’s 22:45. We’re all on the way to getting drunk. Some of us have passed that stage, and some of us are no longer in the convoy. C-Man is has a harem of girls hanging around him. Laitchiedog was quiet, WOM looks like he’s just had a shower and re-dressed, Pete flexing his biceps at some girls, Mike had already gone to another bar to make sure it’s safe for us, nR is nowhere to be found , Bubba is marching me to the next bar and PRP is telling his pal how not to get drunk. Pity he never followed his own advice.
1st bar (next to Old Dutch) is an Arab bar….
22:46 Rio. There are some pretty hot girls in here. I guess the Arab pays more for pretty girls. He has a quite a few. There were more girls outside Rio than inside for some reason? Drinks were expensive, but worth paying a little extra if you are in the company of hot chics.
23:00 Cockatoo – What we were all dreading (or maybe looking forward to). PRP was (and this is a well known medical term) ‘cunted’ by now. All farts and giggles as we entered the Dude House. Bubba and I went to the back of the room and pretended to be in deep conversation about the meaning of life. PRP meanwhile set about fondling a big set of silicons. It wasn’t big, and it wasn’t clever.
For some reason… cockatoo was one of the bars we spent the most time in!!?
23:30 Sahara. Arab bar. Pun intended.. it was deserted. Many girls outside though. Drink and out.
23:50 Moonshine. – and this is where the drink starts to take it’s toll on our note taking. I have a report saying there were no girls around and then I see on my iPhone that it says ‘friendly’. I can only assume I must have spoken to the only girl there and she must have been friendly as she was the only one?
00:25 – Jungle Jims – A few girls.. attractive and friendly. Worth going back
00:40 – Suzi Wong – Plenty of nude girls. Some with a so-so attitude and some who were only too happy to slap your face with their boobies! We spent a fair bit of time there!
01:15 – Cowboy 2. No idea.. no notes.. no memory!
01:40 – Dundee. All I have recorded is ‘moose’. Which means the girls are less than attractive.
02:00 Cactus – Again.. notes (booze) failed us. No comments. Although I think this was the bar that when we stumbled through the door, Mike was already finishing his drink.. once again, keeping one step ahead of us all.
02:16 Long Gun… getting pretty wasted by now. Not many girls around and the ones that were in there, had no intention of talking with a bunch of drunken dicks like us. All except WOM, who looked fresh, like he just came out.
02:30 Cocktail Club. I think someone threw up. It may have been me?
02:45 Rawhide – Pretty much empty. Allowed us to order drinks whilst music was turned down and girls were putting on their civvey costumes.
03:00 Penny Black – As we approached the door, Mike was coming out. The woman on the door said it was closed. This was not what we wanted to hear. Various insults followed, with demands to talk to the owners and threats of buying the bar and sacking the woman may have taken place. We stood there long enough that we could have had a drink.
03:10 – Corner Bar . Heaving! This place is open until the early hours of the morning, so I guess all the drunken fools end up here after kicking out time in Cowboy.
We may have lost track of each other on the final leg of the challenge, but those that were still standing, were standing in The Corner Bar. I was pretty wasted by this time – so forgive me if my accounts are not quite accurate.
Bubba didn’t look too drunk. Damn. Why not? Was he secretly drinking Pepsi shots instead of Jeager?
WOM was chatting up the Mamasan. And when I say ‘chatting up’ I mean he had a fill on Alien face suction thing going on.
Mike was standing around, surveying the place. Looking for any threats of danger. – there wasn’t.
This was the 1st time I had a chance to have chat with C-Man. Time for a drink. Out of the 45k that I brought out with me, I was down to 100bht. I rooted around in my pockets, only to produce 4 pairs of cheap perfume stinking undies. Girls undies. Where the fuck did they come from? Offering them up to C-Man as a gift of some sort, C-Man plunge his hands into his pockets and produced 17 pairs of shit-catchers. How? Why? What on earth was he (my collection was insignificant) doing to collect all of these? I didn’t even know it was a competition?
C-man had a couple of cute girls in tow – and was looking to party. After stuffing all the undies back in his pocket, he introduced me. Looking the opposite of what WOM was looking like, I can only imagine their disgust. I needed a drink. I was out of cash. VOM bought me a drink. Oh the shame. Is this what my life has come to? Having to ask people for a drink as I am penniless.? I was not happy with myself.
Being on a drunken high, I didn’t want the night to end. C-Man had some party of sorts in the making. I was skint. No worries, PRP was here somewhere and would surely spot me 10k. Or so I thought. Looking around he was nowhere to be seen. More disturbingly, he still had my phone as he wanted to call his gf earlier and beg her not to lock him out of his condo. Worst still, he was more shit faced than me. He couldn’t have gone far, so I made my excuses to C-man and looked outside for PRP. No sign. I ran to the end of cowboy but I was too late. PRP had gone. No worries, I can catch him at his crib which is 5 mins away. I hopped on a bike and told him where to go. Within a few minutes I was outside his condo asking the security to let me in. They were having none of it. I asked them to call him, but they said they didn’t have his number. Fuckers.
With my last 60bht, I flagged down a bike and headed home. No money.. no party and no phone.
I called up MY phone to hear PRP sounding like he was in pain. I needed my phone. I arranged to go see him in an hour.
When I arrived at his place, he was a mess. Laying on his sofa and feeling sorry for himself. Covered in bruises, he went on to tell me he had no recollection of getting home and no idea why he was covered in bruises. I took my phone, saw many..many messages for C-Man with pictures of him with girls. Defeated, I went home to bed.
What happened to PRP? Where did the bruises come from? And where the hell did his shirt go – that was missing when he woke up in the corridor outside his condo?
What did we learn from all this?
In the next installment I have made a little summary and noted some observations. Playtime is over.