loathing

[growler_south]

Just got back from Urge: lovely dark and seedy bar. Good things at Urge:

-Flirtatious barman cracking jokes
-Woofy doorman wanting to engage in watersports
-Cute little CJ snogging my face off
-Astonishingly well-hung and rather attractive gentleman trying to pick me up
-DJ who wants to chat about the latest thing he's heard that I might like
-Swarthy Eastern European lad cruising me relentlessly
-Beer from Larry
-Friendly chatting with little Ted

What an awesome night it should have been! But no. Cold dark weather, a late night last night, all my favourite friends away in Melbourne and $15 in my pocket conspired to deck me with a sudden, unexpected and utterly relentless dose of depression. I'm not horny, my house is a shithole of epic proportions, and I needed to go home before it got so bad I damaged myself. In the end I just expressed my frustration through the medium of tyre smoke: parallel black stripes through the carpark and around the corner.

Comments

[pa747sp.livejournal.com]

Please, please, please tell me that you got the '-Astonishingly well-hung and rather attractive gentleman 's phone number.

And explain how you knew this about him?

[growler-south.livejournal.com]

Yes, I have his phone number, and I've been there done that... I *know* :-)

[pa747sp.livejournal.com]

okay - now for part two. You'll be refering me to him when I next visit AKL?

[growler-south.livejournal.com]

Surely you've played with Dave from Waiheke...

[pa747sp.livejournal.com]

Dave? You expect me to remember names? I need online profiles!