1st social of 2005
by Bren CoopeyThis social will be remembered for three things. Firstly, it was Lara's leaving do, since she was heading back to sunny (is it sunny?) Holland a few days later. Secondly, it was Ramzi's birthday, which he likes to celebrate annually. Thirdly, it was the social where I didn't turn up for half the night due to prior engagements with friends, so therefore the next paragraph takes the phrase artistic license to the highest level as I make up what happened. It may not be true, but it should entertain.
Everybody arrived promptly on time, with the night beginning at The Social. Craig, as President, bought everyone a pitcher of beer, since he was feeling extremely generous and was already drunk. After this all members of the korfball team downed seven tequila slammers, since the korfball team is hardcore. Then a fight broke out, since seven bikers took an interest in the beautiful ladies of korfball. Nathan attempted to come to their rescue, since he had recently watched the Matrix trilogy and he began moving in slow motion. As Nathan slow-motioned his butt towards them, Steve F. went against all Asian stereotypes by proving that he didn't know Kung-Fu but had a hard head, as he head-butted all bikers through the windows of The Social. Because of the trouble, the team had to leave The Social and clambered across the road to Gassy Jacks. Once there, they downed seventeen barrels of beer and put it onto someone's tab- I feel sorry for that dude.
Now, the story becomes generally true, but from a drunken perspective.
After getting a taxi from town, Bren joined in and ordered a drink, only to be told the team was leaving for the same road he'd just been at. (For those who haven't realised, I'm Bren, but when writing these I refer to myself in the third person ala American sports stars. The fact I write these also explains why I'm constantly mentioned). As the team left Gassy Jacks, Bren downed his pint to join them and a night of cheese beckoned.
The taxis led the team to Bar Risa, where Cheese music and cheap drinks are the order of the day on Wednesdays. With songs such as the Grease medley, the team drank plenty of reefs and vodka and red bulls, the DJ gave a shout out to us and the team ended up taking over the dance stage. Lara broke down in tears over leaving but was glad to know us and Ramzi also cried as he realised his age and that he wasn't fussed about knowing us at all! Yet, at the end of the night, when everyone parted ways to stumble to their respective beds or shop doorways, all had had a great evening with a great, friendly korfball team.
Dedicated to Lara, the authentic Korfball player!
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