Saturday Night - Bikies and Randoms on Guitars
Tuesday, August 26th, 2008I haven’t done a drunken story post in a while now. I guess it’s because I haven’t had anything terribly exciting happen lately. Each night often just seems like any other.
** NOTE: VERY LONG POST, GRAB A TEA OR COFFEE! WORTH THE READ **
Although a few weekends ago, it was a little bit different.
I got into town just after 9, and met up with a good friend of mine at a chinese restaurant. We had some nice food, stared/waved at some jailbait in a bright green lowered Hilux, then cruised along Gouger street looking for the start to the rest of our night. After seeing the amount of talent migrating towards Escobar we considered it was an option… but the 3-4 cop cars all over the road out the front lights flashing and all deterred us rather quickly.
Our friend is a bouncer at Garage, so we decided we’d go there. It had been about a year since I last went to Garage where I actually kissed my high school crush… before she went to Europe for 8 mon… 12 mo… 18 months. No wait… 19 months now. Another story.
We retired to the beer garden, and found a comfy corner to enjoy some rum on ice and cigars. I pulled out a cigar I had been given for my birthday that was just massive. It went down smoothly for a little over two hours… my mate looked on in amazement as he finished his two smaller cigars whilst I kept going.
Every now and then our bouncer friend would pass by, and my friend would pop up out of the corner to say a few words and come back. I was in an ultra relaxed state. Nothing could bother me. I watched some buff wog looking dude pick up the cigar tubes and check them out. He opened them up and looked over them. My mind already preparing for the question about the cigars… which was quickly replaced with my own question, “Why have you got my phone!?” as he picked my phone up off the table not 6 inches away from me. I looked over to my bouncer friend, who had just been warning my friend that the venue now had roughly 30 or so bikies. Not your stereo-typical bikies, but younger wog-like bikies who are all tough-nut psycho’s.
